One frigid morning twenty years ago in Moscow, Taras Shugev woke up on the inside of a garbage truck. The night prior, the twenty-five year old billiard player was out drinking. After falling asleep on the street on the way home, some person or persons had put him in a trash bin. He awoke inches from a pulverizer, and, in total desperation, used his cell phone to call the Moscow Rescue Service.
Excellent article.
Some are going to have to walk through the fire when that time comes.
A fiery crucible if you will.
Do we want to live or just survive? I know which one I want.