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