Papa Hays was one of my heroes. I watched him drive nails into plywood like it was nothing— Pop, pop... pop. At six years old, I wanted in. He handed me the hammer. I swung with confidence. Missed. Swung again. Missed worse. After twenty tries, I had one bent nail barely hanging on for dear life. He just grinned… took the hammer back… and sank the nail deep—where it would hold when the storms came. That memory came rushing back when I read Ecclesiastes 12:11: “The words of wi