Let me tell you a tale about a house on a lake. There was House a lake had been good once, it had been the pride and joy of family loved it and there time there at one time. The children had played and adults had relaxed it was a place of great personal important to this family.
In time family got old and the adults died and the children moved on to greener pastures or what they thought greener pastures, the house the fell apart. The family owned it still but did not care it, for it did not vist it, they stopped caring for it. The foundations rotted and the wild beast made there homes within it’s fallen walls.
Then a child of the children learned of it and wanted away from the world the children lived in this world lacked lakes and homes. He saw the lake house was broken it’s beauty seemingly spent. The house this his families though it’s memories meant everything the child of the children new that. So he did not leave it to rot and look for new lakes and houses. The child of the children burned down the old house down to it’s foundations made of clean and built a new house on its ashes a house that was whole and stronger the old house but it was built in same soil and owned by the same blood. The family came back to the house and all was joy once more.