In my high school teacher days I caught many colds and I liked that deep, changed voice. It was unexpected and powerful.
But here’s the thing: If that giant voice comes rumbling out of my chest like the thumping bass in a passing car when I’m sick, doesn’t it mean that it’s always there, just hidden?
I keep thinking about this. I’m at a pivotal point in life. The thought of unseen and untapped power is entrancing.