I just got out of the hospital .
Yesterday, I read @keith 's response, and my blood pressure rose to extremely high levels. I thought I was out for the count. I said, here I come, God!
The doctor (she) prescribed some very potent medicine - it knocked me out. Good looking doctor if I may say so myself.
I was out cold for a while, but I am not entirely sure it was a bad experience overall. I had a very vivid dream, and I am amazed to say that @keith was the predominant figure in it. As you all know with certainty, dreams show you life’s truths.
Because I am still human, at first, I once again felt rage and hate for seeing my HIPAA dream melting away, but in my dream, I saw the real and honest love that Keith has for me. I was able to read between the lines; I had cracked the code. I felt as though his words were my mom’s actual arms protecting me . I started to feel respect, love, and admiration for this man. I thought, how lucky can a human being be!. To have a person who gives it to you straight, honest, and intelligently - priceless.
It’s like I have a new outlook on life. I now realize that only an insecure and small-minded individual would be offended by his words. I am not one to give up easily on his goals and aspirations, but this dream forced me to rethink my strategy. I take the following from this rather inexplicable and weird experience.
“In the meantime: Build something without weird regulatory compliance requirements on Bubble. The possibilities are endless, as long as they don’t involve stuff like this. (And there are, in fact, an infinite number of things that don’t require HIPAA compliance. That’s the nature of infinity. It’s big. Like, mind-boggling big as Douglas Adams would have it.)”
Now, I am off to find out who Douglas Adams is. Wait, is that the English Author-Humorist? Golly gee whiz, I knew I liked this man @keith