Imagine you are standing in a stadium full of people…. Some you know and many you don’t. And each one… one by one… they come up to you and poke you in the shoulder. After the first few hundred your shoulder starts to hurt, but the poking keeps happening. You’re in pain and you literally shut yourself down, because you see the line of people… and there is no place for you to go.. but to keep getting poked….
Everybody always is the kind of book where Bob see’s you.. and instead of standing in line to poke you… he walks up to you and says… “Do you like getting poked?”
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