The perfect storm was about to unravel, and I was as clueless as a young boy who is about to pee on an electric fence for the first time. Life hit hard, and I could not believe how well I responded. I was starting a large job I had been orchestrating for a few weeks in Philadelphia. I flew two of my co-workers and myself from Kansas City Missouri with our tools to knock out the job and make some money for our employer and ourselves. I arrived on the job site, and everything started to deteriorate like a sand castle getting hit by the tide coming in on a beach. When I entered the building and began to get settled in, the realization that a large majority of the information I had been given was incorrect. Mis-information is a significant deal when you plan a job from across the country and create a budget, schedule, and plan to meet deadlines. This situation had gone from building a paper airplane for a child to constructing the next model airplane to be shown in the front entry of an art gallery. The stark contrast of the scope of work was an instant challenge to my emotional well being as I often struggle when my expectations are messed with. It is a challenge to manage a job if you don't know what the scope of work is. Unexpectedly from myself, though, a beautifully swift response from my inner constitution was delivered, and I was able to mitigate my inner world and make a choice to go with the flow and know that I will conquer this even though I just wanted to shrivel up and go back home. The first punch had hit but didn't knock me down. Then the second blow came flying in, two out of three of the crew got the flu for a couple of nights. Then the third strike came in without compassion, I was not going to hit the desired deadline.