From the Present:

In life, everything marches along swimmingly until BAM!!!, a storm comes and blows down your tree house.

From the Past:

August 2^nd, 1995 – Age 10

Today I got up, mopped the floor and some other stuff. Our game was canceled. There was a storm. Our fort blew over. Oh, I forgot we did the paper route.

From the Present:

You may remember from the last blast from the past that my family had just moved out of town to a house with a tree fort.

Whether it’s a fallen tree fort at age ten, a horrible hair cut in junior high, or a pimple on prom night, there will always be things that make us want to raise our fists to the sky and scream “PORQUOI!!!” to the universe.

Storms will always come. But they will also always pass. Not matter what real or figurative storm enters your life, it will go on…until you die, and at that point it won’t matter anyways.

As 20th Century American novelist once said, “The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.”

I am John Steinbeck and I approve this message. THINGS IS ALWAYS GOING WRONG!

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