There's a short story about three frogs on three lily pads. One decides to leap off into the pond. How many frogs are left on the lily pads?
Three.
All that frog did was make a decision.
It is the only thing to do these days, facing words on a page, crazy voices from deep inside, and the slow loss to illness of someone needed and loved.
Just make a decision to step up, walk through, leap off.
