"If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders - What would you tell him?"
I…don't know. What…could he do? What would you tell him?"
That's what I feel I have done this past week. A huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders, and I am beyond relieved. I avoided a big crisis at work. Details are not important. It involves 2 guys named Donovan and money coming out of the wrong account. Anyway, I could have been in major trouble, but I am sitting pretty and breathing easy now that everything is resolved.