"When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it---but all that had gone before." This causes me to reflect about all the hardships, sweat tears and blood that many people suffered so that I could enjoy the life I have. It didn't happen overnight. We endure all we do so that those who follow us can perhaps travel a better road. I surly hope so.