When I was in high school and college, I worked every summer as a lifeguard at a waterpark with those huge waterslides, it was called "Crystal Lake". There was a man that worked there named George he was an older man that always seemed to be working, he was the fix it man, and always carried an oil can, fixing gates, oiling chains. His hands always reminded me of a mechanic. Some of the girls called him a dirty old man. But he did make sure the rides were safe and those who rode these rides could thank him for that.
Seems every day we encounter people whose lives creak with many problems. In these cases we have two choices, either to aggravate their problems with criticism or try to oil their lives with a good spirit.
I think about all the people I know, family and friends, and people at work. Some carry unbearable burdens and long for the oil of a sympathetic word. Others are defeated and feel like giving up. Just one drop of encouragement could restore their hope. Still others are just mean. I'm sorry Mike if I havn't been like the tinman and keeping you oiled. Sometimes I get so caught up in the "what if's" that I forget about the now. I wish for you new hope.