someone wrote: Facing the Storm There is an old story out of the American West about how the cattle act in terrible winter storms. Sometimes the storms took a heavy toll. They would start with freezing rains, then temperatures would plummet below zero. Bitterly cold winds would begin to pile up huge snowdrifts. Most cattle would turn their backs to the icy blasts and then begin to move downwind until they came up against the inevitable barbed wire fence. In the big storms, they would pile up against the fence and die by the score. But one breed always survived. The Herefords would instinctively head into the wind, standing shoulder to shoulder heads down, facing the blasts of the storm. As one cowboy once put it, "You most always found the Herefords alive and well. I guess that's the greatest lesson I ever learned on the prairies... you gotta just face life's storms."