I saw a wheat field that appeared to be greener and taller than the others. Thinking about it for a while, I concluded that occasionally some loving farmer drives over the field with a tractor and pumps manure all over it. I thought my, it is just like life. Here we are minding our own business, growing our little hearts out and we are really quite green, somewhat productive and very sincere when out of the blue life deals us a dirty one and we are up to our eyebrows in manure. We, of course, conclude that life as we have known it has ended and we will never be the same again. But one day, when the smell and the shock are gone, we find ourselves greener and more productive than we have been. Unfortunately, no matter how often we go through these growing experiences, we are never able to appreciate the sound of the tractor of the smell of the manure.