I’m going walk you out to the ledge for just a moment because I want you to see something.
You’re standing on a 100-foot cliff looking out, scared out of your mind about whether or not you should jump into the water.
Without warning some punk who’s probably your brother, best friend, or some other close relative runs up and shoves you clear off the ledge.
You are now in an involuntary descent of both panic and exhilaration.
What happens next?