The reason we support NZDSOS is as obvious as a gash to the hand.

We were all walked up to the red line by our state and they crossed it.

We lived our moment of fear that at on any day the police could knock on our doors and force a jab on us, force you out of work, force you to comply. And they threatened our children.

We’re all here for a reason. We were tested - and we stood up. We found leaders who planted a flag and said, “No further.” Each of us chose to unite, to protect our families and to never let that line be crossed again.

That’s why I came to our heroes with this dream: The dream to draw us together to strengthen our supply lines and build health and resilience before the next storm. Just as I have said that our health isn’t won in a crisis - it’s built every day. The same goes for our legal fights, awareness, push back, we need to build the coffers now not when the fight is upon us. There's no point coming home and finding a thug sitting in your house holding your family hostage and you say to yourself, right, I'll just pop down to the gym, get strong and return. It's too late.

And yet, in a nation where the majority of us already use supplements, funding NZDSOS by choosing Sacréd Health should be an obvious act of unity and action. Yet few of us have taken up the call.  When I ask myself, why? Are we just so busy, distracted, dulled by life's noise - Possibly. I have slipped into that cycle myself, trying to shout louder to gain attention and in turn becoming just more noise, when really there is no reason to shout, we are all here for the same reason. But when I look closer at myself I am confronted with a reality I need to confess and remember.

If “never again” is real, we must prepare together - build strength daily and remember why we began. As Red Remembrance Day nears, my confession is simple: in my efforts and busyness, I forgot.

I forgot.

I forgot why I'm here.

I forgot the police standing outside of my shop waiting to arrest me if I failed to comply with the regime.

I forgot the thousands that screamed at me for just saying, no.

I forgot the slithering tone of the 'journalists' as they tried to lay word traps for me. Crafting their articles to one end, to seek my public humiliation and financial destruction. As tools of the government they attempted to lynch me in the court of public opinion as a warning to you. Comply with the state or this will be your fate.

I forgot the tragically sad vitriol of social media posters gleefully hoping for my failure and wishing hate and harm on my family.

I forgot the many confrontations in our shop.

I forgot my son being physically attacked by staff and security at a local supermarket for not wearing a mask.

That one of my employees 'coincidentally' lost the baby she carried just after her jab.

That people in my circle died suddenly of cancer or of another's rapid decline into dementia.

That my daughters lived in fear of their children being taken from them if they didn't take the jab.

That other business publically followed my lead and did lose their businesses, their life savings. People were destroyed.

That the state showed itself as not of us, but of them.

That, the mass hate and mistrust that entered our lives then, hasn't left.

That family denounced me.

That friends became few.

I have forgotten so many more moments like these, which, by their number become so commonplace as to be unremarkable and as such, forgotten.

Then the thought creeps in, perhaps I have become accustomed and accepted this new normal. Have I?

No I have not, but...

I forgot.

I forgot that I told myself, never again.

That I turned towards the trouble, not away.

That we will be crushed in the next crisis, if we don't prepare today.

I forgot that I will not let my grandchildren's future be stolen from them. I forgot that I am among allies and friends and heroes.

I forgot my need to be called to recall.

So it can't be again, to remember it all.

I remember.