Quicksand

As my father gets older, he gets funnier. He always had great sayings and analogies. Yesterday he had one of his best. After being with me for the weekend, he sensed that I was more stressed than usual. We all have a lot going on in our lives. That's what life is, a series of events. When he went back to my sister's house he compared me to quicksand. He said that every time my hand reaches above ground, someone is there pouring more sand on me. What a great observation. It is so true and he hit the nail on the head by saying it.