For several weeks I had no desire left in me to rebuild my shop and start over. I entered a dismal time in my life; where I could not see ahead because of the hurt behind. One night, as I poured myself into my memories reading a story that I had written in my first storybook catalogue – some 10 years previous – my heart was stired; they were my words. I wrote them so long ago just especially for this time in my life. "As long as I live you can always find me close to the Ole Red River. I was born here, raised here; my heart and soul are here along the sandbars and swift waters of Ole Red listening to the wind whispering through the willers." I began that night making plans to rebuild! In a few days a big yellow bulldozer came and buried the charred aftermath of my shop. I soon had a new shop, some new tools and some new equipment; not what I had before, but I learned to make do.