“The problem, though, was that Thomas had never before been taught by the teacher named failure. As the broken Thomas spent hours by the mural and hours more lying in bed that night trying to fuse his shattered psyche with misguided hope and dubious possibility, he had no understanding of how to do so. In other words, he had all the raw materials but lacked the proper tools. As is often the case in such situations, his new identity was chaotic and distorted, a little more Picasso than da Vinci, or some may argue, his transformation left him a little more Mr. Hyde than Dr. Jekyll.”