The 8th Floor
When I was a child I had a recurring nightmare.
I am in the elevator — we live in a block of flats, on the 5th floor of a 7-floor building.
My mother has forbidden me to use the elevator alone, so I’m nervous. I push button 5, the elevator starts its journey with a squeak.
… 2 … 3 … 4 … (what if it doesn’t stop) … 5 (please stop!) … 6 (oh no, I’m not allowed to go further)… 7 (help!) … 8 …. 9 … (I wake up in my own screaming).
The 8th floor was an impossible thought for a boy who lived in a 7-floor house. Perhaps I was afraid of growing up in a dangerous and uncertain world.
Later I learned that life offers a new 8th floor on a daily basis. And you have to dare to climb up.
Coaching Corner:
- (reflect alone) Which thought seems impossible for you right now? What is the 8th floor that’s inviting you?
- (start dialogue) Do you have any friends that live on the 8th floor? Or 9th? Go and ring their doorbell.
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