A little story to explain my attitude to decisions, some others could learn
I grew up with a number of relies in the bush where I often stayed for school holidays
At 7 or 8 y/o I would get up early grab b/fast and go into the bush and walk (no tracks or trails) looking at everything, and when lunch time was due would turn around and go back home, never, never lost as I always knew where I was
Over the years I have heard of stories of people getting lost in the bush and it is always the same they get lost at 10 or 11am, but keep going in the hope they will discover where they are and at about 4 or 5pm they admit to themselves that they are lost, and at that stage they are too tired, too hungry, too dispirited to care about protection for the night
It appears that people are unable to make any decisions for themselves and rely on hoping and praying that someone else will save them,
Is it stupidity, lack of confidence in themselves or simply blind to the world around them
Not at all like the diggers who built this country
