Sometimes, most of the time, to complete a task of great importance, you can only count on the best of the best to be able to achieve what must be achieved and to do what must be done... sometimes, most of the time, you need to call in an "A-Team" of consumate experts and professionals to push forwards, go beyond the limits, and not stop until the battle being faced has been won... sometimes, most of the time, there is only a small group of colleagues who have worked together for a long time who can work together to do the impossible and turn a bad situation into something good... sometimes, most of the time, a certain combination of souls are the only ones that can rise to the occasion and ride the waves of a flood... sometimes, most of the time, only those who have been sent far and wide, know what it is like to have to brave a storm of chaos and leave as they arrived with their heads held high with stories of what they have done, who they have met, and where they have been... sometimes, most of the time, when there is trouble happening somewhere that you know no one else can handle, why settle for anything less than The Best when you know that you can always call on, and you know that you can always count on, the unparalleled skills of the dream team.
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My Poem “Summer Rain”
Listening to the summer rain fall upon the windowpane, I remember Summer's gone by when I smiled and those when I cried... I remember the sunshine and the love, I remember the moonlight and the loss... I remember every moment of connection, I remember every time I felt as if everything and everyone was forever - and I still haven't learned my lesson... I remember the ups and the downs, I remember the highs and the lows, I remember the deep conversations that I had with people about life, meaning, poetry, music, and sound - and I remember time going by so incomparably and wonderfully slow... I remember, and I never forget - that is my curse, and that is because, at all times, I always try to do my best to make something last for as long as it possibly can. The almost hypnotic sound of countless water-droplets, the intoxicating smell of a downpour, the entrancing falling of the veil of the world itself opens something within me to a series of places and faces that were once my idea of perfection but which are now only echoes of the past that return and then are gone again like the waterfall of time of the summer rain.
Mark Hastings 