I had to escape that room

I was 21 and barely drinking

I was 21 and barely old enough to drink.

It was 2 am, and our little group found its way into a pub in my University town in the middle of New Zealand.

The air was thick with cigarette smoke. The music was unbearably loud.

People were squashed in tighter than a tin of sardines.

Good times on a Friday nite, right?

I still feel nauseous writing about what happened next…

A fight broke out.

It was at the pool table. They were always fighting at the pool table.

This time it was different, though. Two large athletic men.

The drunken crowd of sardines roared enthusiastically as a pool cue was broken across a combatant’s knee.

Then they went at it. It was so ugly, so unholy, so violent… the crowd loved it, I hated it.

They were not fighting. They were trying to kill each other.

I could not stay in that space.

I had to get out of that room.

Even recounting these words, I still feel sick.

It seemed like I was forever pushing my way through those drunken sardines, till I finally escaped out of the crowd and stumbled into the fresh night air.

I was violently sick in the gutter.

I was actually not a drinker; I had consumed one beer all night.

I was sick because of their rage.

Because of their violence.

Because of their palpable hatred.

I was sick because the crowd loved it.

I have not changed a bit…

It’s why my work exists…

To connect people together.

To help them see the beauty in each other.

To create a world where there is unity and not so much online fighting.

That’s what I am coaching people to do on social media.

That’s what our system is all about.

It’s just a bonus that your business grows exponentially as a result.

I am convinced that every person on planet earth should use our system and be part of our Conversation Collective.

You have to put down your pool cue, though.

You have to leave the crowd.

You have to seek the cool, fresh night air.

Drop me a comment if you are with me.

Geoff.x