Your first wake , a screaming bawl, a proof of life, bringing tears of joy to the people who heard you bundle in awake. What first came to mind when your eyes opened awake today? What did you think? What has happened and is happening to you till you seized your wake for the day, to sleep? What first came to mind when your eyes opened awake yesterday? What did you think? What happened to you till you went back to sleep again? And, what will first come to mind when you awake tomorrow? What would you think? What would happen till you go back to bed to dream once again? Your last sleep with no more wakes will for sure, rain tears again from the people who will miss having you awake, knowing that you shall not awake anymore. Our life is like a sandwich of wakes , what we stuff in between wakes, must be choices made clearly , decisively and most importantly of a sound foundation. ED.