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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a

wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a

famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was

Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with

queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs

were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because

I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. ftryanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant

losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped

to the ground at my feet.

Narrative transportation is possible through:

Strength

Empathy

Sadness