this story begins in the middle.
and although it is a middle, even it’s future is in the past.
what is that worth to you; to know that this middle is just that?
no one knows that it is a middle.
least of all those whose story we are about to share with you.
you can only imagine how it might feel, if when living your life, the narrator suddenly stopped telling your story & turned to you & said, “this is the middle of your life.”