When I was but a wee lad I, because I liked her, grabbed a neighbor girl's doll from her little hands and threw it in the open basement of a nearby house that was under construction. She of course instantly started screeching in despair so, in a panic, I jumped down into the basement and threw the doll back out so she would shut up. The immediate problem was easily solved but I soon recognized a new, even greater problem that was surely going to lead to my death.
The stairs that one would expect leading out of a basement had not yet been constructed. I was trapped!
After taking a moment to come to grips with the fact that women are cold-hearted creatures that will abandon you in a pit to die a lonely death if you mess with their toys I began to devise a plan to escape, win back the affection of fatty whats-her-name, and hopefully still make it home before the street lights came on.
Standing in the dwindling light I found that I had only a small stack of unused concrete blocks available to work with. Yes! I had years of experience constructing castles and bridges out of wooden blocks so I immediately decided to build some stairs with the concrete blocks and simply walk out of the basement as if it were always part of the plan. The blocks were heavy, but with determination I was able fashion a sort of stair/ladder hybrid up to as high as I could reach. I shimmied my way up the unstable pile of blocks, perched atop on my tippi toes, and reached high into the cool night air to grasp the freedom that awaited me on the top edge of the foundation wall.
Fuck! I couldn't reach. Exhausted and near death I tearfully slid back down the coarse stack of blocks to lay down and die. Laying there I found myself reminiscing over all of the amazing things that I had experienced in my short but full life. Flammable liquids, my dog Herman, macaroni and cheese, my bike... I don't know how long I had laid there waiting to die, probably several minutes, but the thought of my bike being forever in the hands of my dickhead brother snapped me back to life. I wasn't going to go out like this.
With a renewed energy I made several attempts to build my freedom tower just a little bit higher with the blocks from the stack. I tried jumping, I tried throwing, I tried with one arm, but failed each time.
For whatever reason, probably guided by the Holy Spirit, I saw a previously ignored half-block off in the distance next to a small mound of sand. That block is half the weight! That instant realization is all it took save myself from yet another impossible situation. I was easily able to embiggen my tower with this smaller block, climb to the top, grab the edge of the wall and pull myself out of my prison.
The point is that there is always a way out.