“You gotta live every single day My Child”, Preacher Man said to me. “Is this dejavu?, I just see my body in that coffin”. “No My Child, look at me, that photograph? It’s just a door. A door that have thousands promise you must fight. With your first step”. And every memory will find they own door. Preacher man keep telling me but in a second I saw my body talk with an old man in front of grave yard.