My job interview was at six A.M., after it I attended my regular job. Everyone was asking me where I had been and what I was doing... I couldn't tell them I was leaving.

Soon the day came - I had been elected president of an independent country within the US, but was to be beheaded for being a traitor. Everyone was collected around me, perhaps 10,000 people. I knew it was inevitable, but I also had to pull the lever of the guillotine myself. It wasn't that I feared dying; I feared not seeing what would happen afterwards. While looking around and seeing those people's faces I fell in love with life all over again - knowing that soon it would be over.