The Survival Group About sunrise the group stirs and starts their day. It is cool this day and the first move by most is to find a spot of sun, for no heat was available last night so the warming rays helped warm them a bit. The patriarch was the first to scan the area and proceeded to get a drink from the communal water source. A heavy moss was growing on the surface and the Grandfather had to be careful and not ingest the slim as he quenched his thirst. The young and the females were next to take their time at the crowded drinking spot. Soon they would be out gathering what they could find to eat as well as be able to drink at the watering hole just north of their compound. The young ran and played and felt more alive as the sun warmed the hides that covered their bodies. They ran to their mothers begging for food and did receive what the mothers could provide. The group consisted of the Old Grandfather who served as day and night watch inside the compound as well as protector of the young in the day time when the mothers left the compound and went about their pursuits of food gathering or just rested a bit from the hard summer and knowing that a cold winter was on the way. One outcsast male had been outside the compound all night, sleeping a bit while watching, always alert and at the entrance for protection of the group. Soon it was warm and the sun was gaining on the cool night. With the warmth came a need to be on the move and gather the food that could be found and yet stay within ear shot of the protectors and the young. The mothers moved out in ones and twos as befitted their pecking order in the group. The Granddad made sure the very young stayed in what he considered his nursery area. This place he called his own had cover from some dangers and open spaces to be warm under the rays of the rising sun. Only two mature males had survived the rough times and with winter the Granddad might be the next to die. The young were unaware of all the trials in their world and played in groups that related to their size and the pecking order of the mothers. The world was good to them at this time of year and the survivors were at ease for now. As the granddad relaxed in the sun the young began to pick at the leftovers of last night’s meal. One day at a time and a warm day for now, all was well. The outcast watched and waited on the edge of the forest knowing that one day it would be his turn to watch and protect all as the youngsters grew and then had babies of their own. Who are they? Might this be your next profesional position in life?