I heard a story once about Fidel Castro when he was a young boy in school. He was known to be a bit crazy. He would do anything another boy dared him no matter how stupid or painful. At one point he was dared to run into a wall. He crossed a courtyard on his bicycle and hit a large brick wall at top speed. When his revolution party stormed the government establishment many years later, they all chanted and called the same slogan, “to the wall”.
At our home, we are covered in paint. Our days off work are spent with the brushes and colours of our choosing. Coming in the door from work last night, I a bit like one of Castro’s followers. Seeing the paint cans, drop clothes and disarrangment of furniture, i too felt a chant and call, “To The Wall”!