| Love the analogy ... sometimes I feel like that's my story. Except for me, I feel the pride of having survived the time of testing and the joy of the dawn's sun breaking onto my blindfolded face; I take off the mask, hop off the stump and wander back to my tribe's camp ... only to find out that they moved in the night and the whole episode was a ruse to give them time to ditch me. Whew, glad to hear it's not like that. |