When the going gets tough the tough get going.

Life is a game of beautiful heartbreaks...

It's a grindstone... whether it breaks you down or polishes you up depends on what you're made of.

You've got a broken family HERE, an unemployed dad over THERE and WAY over THERE... thats where your baby brother never made it home from the hospital.

How it happens doesn't matter, because when something is broken its broken and the same rules apply to a heart.

So whether it breaks when your name is at the bottom of the depth chart or it breaks when she explains it wasn't you it was her

It doesn't really matter.

When something is broken its broken and you're given a choice

Because when the going gets tough the tough will get going

I will ALWAYS love my grandpa for taking the time to teach a young 9 year old boy that life isn't always fair.

You see the story of who he became,  began with a boyhood of bombed neighborhoods. My Grandpa grew up in times where the windows were blacked out before it was safe to begin prayers from the torpedo tested shelters.

Prayers in hopes that the detonations would happen in the fields of farms, instead of over the houses that harbored families of four.

With tears in his eyes Grandpa would look to me and say son... You haven't been asked to give up your ration for the day... and you haven't been asked to chart a torpedo tangled trail....

but you have been asked... and the things you have been asked to do are stepping steps you're expected to maneuver .

They're going to tell YOU a lot about who you will become.

They will give you just about all you can handle and when your heels hang from the cliff, with one subtle push these stones will take  you over the edge.

And while you STILL  probably won't understand what it's like to pray from a blacked out bomb shelter. Everything that you will need to become YOU... will be somewhere in the fall between the edge and the bottom.

But this is where it gets tricky.

There is where life gets tough...

Because it's a lot easier to remain broken at the bottom than it is to figure what you need to do to get up.

It's a lot easier....

But then I can see grandpa looking at me and saying, "David when you hit the bottom"

DON'T EVER FORGET

WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH THE TOUGH GET GOING

So this is MY thesis,

 it doesn't take a final phone call to decide your fait... but it might.

and it doesn't take a broken home to teach you what matters in life... but it might.

The maze we're all running through, it's different for everyone.

But I can promise you this...

YOUR maze is going to take you to the edge and when your heels began to hang off... with a subtle push you will find yourself at the bottom.

So whether it really was her and not you.

Or whether it's the final moments with a loved one before life support is pulled.

YOUR MAZE.... YOUR LIFE  will end up being a game of beautiful heart breaks

But the only way you will ever understand what you need to be

is by hitting the bottom and realizing

that when the going gets tough... the tough get going.