Deciding to let grow…

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Everything I thought about living and dying was transformed during a journey high above the Austrian Alps the day an encounter with death gave me a reason to live. Nine months after doctors told me I’d never walk or talk ‘normally’ again, I wandered alone through the hushed halls of the Chicago Art Institute, the only audible sound the vibration of my steps echoing through the hallway. Turning a corner to enter a large gallery, I found myself surrounded by an army of silent sentries, hollow shells of ancient armour that once gave shelter to heroes of another age. Empty casts of iron, fragments of antiquity meticulously preserved from the ravages of time, I paused to observe the detail when a voice deep within me began whispering. The inner dialogue that began that day, a questioning and answering that's even more relevant today than it was so many years ago….