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I had been feeling off, like something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
As I was walking to campus for my two classes on Wednesday after lunch, I didn’t feel like sitting through boring lectures. So, I called Theron, and he promptly came to pick me up for a training session with his grandmother.
“Take a deep breath,” Sheila instructed, “and send your senses out.”
I complied. The first thing I felt was the warm grass under my crossed legs. Why did it have to be so hot this afternoon, and why did we have to practice outside? It was so cool inside the house and—
“Focus,” she chided.
If my eyes were open, I would have rolled them at her. But I focused and forgot about the feel of the grass on my legs. I focused on the feel of its life. The grass pulsed with life, and
