To say I was nervous would be an understatement. Sitting on the throne didn't make their stares less intense. They didn't utter a word, but I could tell they had so much to tell. They didn't seem to be accommodating at all, and I could understand why. The reason became more prominent when an old man got up from his chair and stepped forward. The man's stride rivalled his age. He looked like he couldn't stand for a second. But the way he walked made me take that thought and shove it down ...