Sometimes, it is almost impossible to remain calm in the face of a serious storm.
You’ve been shot up the sky, and you are left falling from more than a thousand feet up there.
Suddenly you’ve become breathless and there’s nothing in this wide world to help you.
You keep repeating to yourself- “this too shall pass”, but even that does not help.
You are like a lost sojourner in the middle of Great Britain’s Oxford Street.
There is probably no one to stop and direct you.
How do you get through life at this point?
What should be your source of strength when everything else has left you wandering without hope?