An old man sauntered up to the tall iron gate of a large estate. Inside the magnificent gate, the stately mansion stood tall against a brilliant sky. The lush greenery surrounding the home seemed to praise the grandeur of this coveted retreat. The old man sat down at the gate, tired and weary, waiting for someone to help him. A policeman making his neighborhood rounds stopped abruptly to chase the man off. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. The old man replied, 'I'm trying to get home.' 'Where do you live?'the policeman asked. 'Why, here sir!' Bewildered, the policeman asked, 'Why are you sitting outside the gate?' The old man cried, 'I don't have the key!' We all know what it feels like to be locked out...