First, a poem.
One Shining Moment
O ye of unfulfilled dreams!
Ye of springs spent at home,
Those unknowing of lustrous moments nor nets cut down.
We raise a glass to you, o luckless ones!
For there lies in the heart of the season
A chance to shed the missteps of years past.
Break loose of your chains!
For through the forests and hills echoes an altruisim:
This.
Is.
March.
Now let's get into it.