Hours upon hours of labor were placed before me on a day that seemed just as normal as any. It was a rather crisp day in the relatively non-existent Florida winter. A day in which I was asked to complete what was quite possibly one of the most incredibly difficult assignments I had ever been given. I had enlisted the help of a handful of close friends to finish the mission that was placed before me in view of the fact that there truly was no way for me to be victorious in said battle without an additional two or three pairs of hands. The four of us stood, blank faced, at the task that was tearing down the collapsing shed that had been decaying in my yard for the past three years. We enter the shed, which was scented like a wet dog that had
