Thomas Wolfe, noted author, told of George Webber, a huge man from North Carolina who wanted to be a writer above all else and came to New York in search of a career. Webber found the going very hard. He discovered how difficult it is to write and publish. Rejection slips, rejection slips! When things got unbearable, George would take a train and ride all night in a coach back to North Carolina. Arriving, he would walk from the station to their humble home where his mother was invariably waiting. The giant six-foot-ten-inch man would kneel before his mother, his aching head in her lap, and he would weep like a child. His mother’s reply was always the same: “Son, I don’t know what’s wrong but whatever it is, it will be all right.”