I stand in front of large wooden doors. My fist is poised to knock. My other hand hangs tentatively at my side. I have nothing to show. I have nothing to report. Whatever is expected on the other side, I don't have it.
But there's no turning back. There's no where else to go. Whatever I would try and do, these doors and what awaits on the other side would loom over me like my own personal rain cloud. I have to go in. I have to stand there and admit that I got nothin'.
The doors open. A bright light illuminates the crack between the doors and widens in front of me. When my eyes adjust to the change, I step in. My hands are shaking so I place them behind my back. My head is down and I watch my feet walk across the floor.
I feel that kneeling is proper so I do that with my head still down. In a small voice, I announce that I have nothing to show. I've spent it all and I've brought nothing back.
"Jonathan," a familiar voice says, "you've sent it all ahead. Look at what you have earned me."
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