How do you choose your crew’s demise when between the devil and the deep? I saw a small fire begin at the bow where once our dreams overlie. Fog surrounded our ship as conflicting
reports informed unclear thoughts
that only resulted in indecision;
my greatest fear. The sea spat foam and the breakers broke our
courage. Flames grew higher and smoke quickly magnified the haze as the waves gave their turbulent summons. We need the provisions that our vessel harbors as an infant needs the breast. And yet, the tempest fought the inferno, birthing the unimaginable decision. How do you choose your crew’s demise when between the devil and the deep? I awoke to find this wasn’t a dream with my team waiting for the command. The virus is apathetic to wage, however, the blaze could take their life away
which I simply cannot risk
as these are my friends. But to shut our doors is to surrender our oars to the billows of unemployment. To chance death or to ensure suffering? Burn or drown?
We learned of risking less, yes,
but never this in business school. The pandemic infected my confidence and
posed the impossible question. How do you choose your crew’s demise when between the devil and the deep?
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