I like the story and the philosophy of storms expressed by a rugged old-time cowboy who said he had learned life’s most important lesson from Hereford cows. All his life he had worked cattle ranches where winter storms took a heavy toll among the herds. freezing rains whipped across the prairies. Howling, bitter winds piled snow into enormous drifts. Temperatures dropped quickly to below-zero degrees. Flying ice cut into the flesh. In this maelstrom of nature’s violence, most cattle would turn their backs to the icy blasts and slowly drift downwind, mile upon mile. Finally, intercepted by a boundary fence, they would pile up against the barrier and die by the scores.