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Panic & PJs

I was standing at the bottom of a flight of stairs that led to the platform of a large stage. Thousands of people were waiting in the audience.

As I put a foot on the first ascending step, I realized that I was in my pajamas, and I had nothing to say!

As I put the next foot on the next step, I searched frantically for a hook, an opening line that would get some words flowing. Nothing.

I know how to wing it, but there was absolutely nothing to wing.

I couldn’t stand before these people in my pajamas – with no words in my mouth, no thoughts in my head.

Turn and run?

Panic?

Wake up?

Yes, wake up. It was going to be all right.

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