This one is a fabricated little story. There was a beautiful “lighthouse” that guided the ships when there were storms in the sea. There was a family – far, far away from the lighthouse. They didn’t live by the sea, but by a little lake. The lake didn’t have a lighthouse but the family needed help to get their boat back to the shore on some rough nights. They didn’t sit back and cry over the fact that they didn’t have a lighthouse to help. They didn’t curse fates or blame anyone. They built their own little lighthouse.