 first mentor I ever had, though I never knew it at the time. I was an old guy called George. 50 years ago when I was 16, on my first day at work as a laborer in the building trade, George and I were given a hole to dig together. George dug thousands of holes in his career. This was my first one. About two hours in, George, who'd been sitting down having a cigarette occasion throughout the digging, whilst I kept digging said to me, hey you need to slow down. I said why? We've got to get this hole dug. He said because when we've dug this hole they're gonna give us another one to dig and he said we will not last a couple of days if we keep digging at your pace. And the gift of George to me was to understand pace and understand pace especially in the face of a rigged system that's gonna keep giving you holes as it were and doesn't care how many of them weigh you out and exhaust you and kill you as I think eventually it did George with his health. So do you have a George in your life? Do you need someone today to say to you, hey, when you've dug that they'll give you another one. Slow it down, pace yourself. Longevity needs you to pace yourself. God bless you George. Thanks for the lesson.