it your all to hang on. Then, the resistance finally seems to lessen, the rope starts getting pulled in the right direction toward you, and you smile so big, knowing the moment is finally close . . . but then suddenly the rope is yanked by the opposition and you fall flat on your face. Your blistered hands and your exhausted soul sting as the hope you were clinging to is ripped away. The tighter you were holding on, the worse it hurts when it’s pulled away. To manage the disappointment, you may say things
