A quote that fell free from the nib of my writing instrument, "The depth of a mess unseen by the naked eye because we keep covering up our reality with well tailored excuses fed by a personal need to seek a disability more than accountability." What defines your weakest point? How do you know you're there? How long do you stay on the ground? Who picks you up? My stepfather never did. He soldier from WWII in the trenches with the men and there was never any time to question what needed to happen. It was now. Not tomorrow. Not yesterday. It was now.