Miners back in the day would bring a canary into mines. If the canary keeled over, they got the hell out of the mine because that meant the air was toxic.
Someone once told me that, like the canary in the mine, I seemed to have a knack for being an early warning system.
That when something is off-kilter or wrong, I’m among the first to notice.
And more importantly, the first to speak up.
Time has proven them right.
I used to call it my bull-shit detector, back before I understood what it meant to be “intuitive.”
Not everyone listened.
Not everyone wanted to hear.
But it didn’t change the fact that a situation was giving off toxic fumes.
Even an ostrich with its head in the ground is going to succumb in the end.
And even an adult with their hands over their ears, singing so they don’t hear?
They succumb, too.
So tell me. How’s your bullshit detector?