Imagine an old house, leaking zinc roof, rotting pillars…in a heavy storm. The occupant trying hard to cover the leaks with rags, plastic and what-have-you. At the same time the strong winds buffet against the walls, threatening to bring the house down; the occupant shoring the pillars with whatever he has, to not let the house tumble down in the storm.
Having done all that, the occupant prays that the house will ride out the storm. And hopefully, when things are calmer, try repair whatever damage to make the house stronger in case another storm brews.
The story of my life…
SeaDemon Says 