One of my favorite memories was taking our young sons to see a ballet called "The Nutcracker." Our boys didn't particularly want to go. They were jocks. They would have rather gone to a ballgame. But, this was important to their mother. She wanted them to be exposed to some culture along the way.
The boys sat as quietly and respectfully as they could. They tried to look interested. When the intermission came they stood up and thanked their mother for bringing them. "This was very nice, Momma," they said. "We enjoyed it."
Their mother replied, "Oh, son, this is only the intermission. It's only half over."
They screamed, "Oh, no! We can't stand this! We've got to get out of here!"
Believe it or not, some of the things that are happening to you now that you consider unbearable will one day be a memory that brings a smile.