There are many strands that make up rope. Yesterday when driving in my car I saw the many individual strands of memory that make up several of my team. This has never happened before. It was overwhelming. I stopped the car. I wanted to be sick. Sean, Alex, Annie, Little Mie, Alison. I could see them all entirely separate but coiled together and in my minds eye I was being presented with a length of rope. As an individual I cannot cope with what these guys have been through but do know that they all make up me or indeed we make up us and that many threads are stronger than one. I am being told something I am being told of the strength in numbers. The positive shows me strength. I do not feel strong. The bad voice tells me rope can take the weight of a human being. How do we turn this rope into something useful and not something with which to hang ourselves. There are plenty of better uses for rope. We will find one.