This is five years from October 12, 2005. For the past five years, I have not had another mother. And my father is on a business trip for most years. Ever since her death, on October 12 every year, I gave a red light than last year. This year is 15 years old. The authorities told me that by observing the fragment of death of her mother she stopped at the red light, looks like a pause sign and continues to cross the intersection.
I have been experiencing normal driving for years, and at "P.E" I did "red lights, green lights". The class stopped with a red light. Still, the red light ahead is irrelevant to me - consciously I think that I have energy consumption as if my body had braked before I noticed that the light was red. This is a proper metaphor. It happens often when you are on the road to entrepreneurial spirit. These are just red lights, as our social rules, rules of your company, rules you believe, your parents will tell you. From time to time, travel as an entrepreneur gives you the opportunity to ignore these rules. But if you permit them they will stop you
As the plane goes up, you will be more frightened. There are three lights, red, yellow and green. The light is currently red and you want to know what is going on in green. After a while the light turns green and the door opens. This is the first time I opened the airplane door. If you are smart, please sit behind, so you will not go ahead. It is your turn right now, you stand at the edge of the plane and the coach is tied to you. You are staring at the sky under your feet, and fear wraps around every corner of your body. The coach started counting one, saying at 3 o'clock ... ... 2 ... then he pushed you to 2 as he caught the people
At the back of the room, the lights were turned off one by one, and only two dusty red lights to illuminate the bar remained. The space is black, red shadow, a huge revolutionary flag. After a while, a man went out of the stage. He introduced himself and the title of the show. There was a round of applause and it was interrupted by some applauding applaudes. The stage gets dark and then appears again under red light. Two rows of chairs occupy the stage, men and women are facing the audience and are sitting in the center of the floor and leaning. They sit like a puppet waiting for a string