One brother of mine needed a spade right away and couldn't find it. so he came to me and asked if I knew. Then he got upset and told me I knew where it was at and that I was lying and all. He thought I had put it some place. It turns out that I had put it in the storage unit and I couldn't remember right off the bat where it was at the moment. He found it after we both started yelling. If only I could have remembered, this argument wouldn't have happened. Maybe my memory isn't worth a damn anymore. My mother got caught up in our argument and tried to question him and then she made a remark that I was being a baby and all. It seems like it's always meant to happen this way for me. I'm beginning to think it's the will of God for it to happen this way. I told him I won't touch a single tool and that he can keep all of his tools in one same spot so we're less likely to get into this mess again. It seems like