I recall times when I failed. An unpleasant trip. There's a lot to remember; I've let down many times. Others, myself, and you too, Nation. But I won't make confessions. Instead, I will tell you a story. One time, I went to the National Museum in Krakow. By the entrance to the room with Matejko's paintings, there was an inflatable pool filled with plastic, colorful balls. I jumped into this pool. Gaining momentum and bouncing as high as possible, I jumped in and the balls scattered around. My heart beat faster at the sight of colorful balls flying in all directions. They bounced off the walls, fell down the stairs, rolled into the room with Matejko. A security guard rushed over and after a moment of hesitation began to collect the balls and throw them back into the pool. And I, along with him, with my heart returning to its normal pace.