So there’s this guy running a race. It’s a big race. A marathon. Biggest one he’s ever run. He’s spent months training, focusing, preparing for this race. At the pistol, he’s off. Like a shot. He’s out in front in the blink of an eye. Miles ahead of everyone else. Smooth sailing the whole way. As he nears the finish line he can hear the cheers from fans on the sidelines, excited that he’s about to finish this race, the one he’s spent months preparing for, in first place.
Only, as he approaches the finish line, there’s no more road. There’s NO ROAD! THE ROAD IS NOT FINISHED! How’s he supposed to cross the finish line, thus completing this race he’s worked so hard to run? From the sidelines, a guy in overalls hands him a spade and a mixing bucket. “Hey buddy. You wanna finish this race? You gotta finish this road!” Great! Wonderful! Outstanding! Now, not only does he have to complete his own race, he’s gotta lay the foundation to do so. A foundation he’d have been glad to lay many months ago, at the beginning of his preparation. But now, only now, as he nears the end of his race, does someone stop to mention that the road’s not done yet. Fine, he’ll finish the road. Exactly how is he supposed to do that? “Figure it out. Go to the library, get a book on roads. Take a look at what’s already there, make it look like that.” Fine. So where’s the asphalt or concrete or whatever this road’s gonna be made of? “Sorry, concrete guy’s busy on another project. He’ll get around to ya when he has time.” Jeez oh Pete! Is he EVER gonna finish this race? Not lookin’ good.
By the way, I’m the racer.
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