When I was 5 years old, at my grandfather's funeral, I finally saw a new face. A look unlike anyone else in the family. He stood there like a silent ghost, calmly indifferent to everything.
"Did you know? The person buried inside is not your grandfather."
He pushed me, with a smile on his lips, "Let's go before they notice. They don't like me."
"Don't tell anyone what I told you. Otherwise, they will also," the ghost paused, "not like you."
First person lightning protection.
Intention: Believe in yourself