Throughout my life, I've had my share of failures.
I failed at track,
I failed at Football
I failed at basketball
I failed at boxing
I failed at cross country
I failed at being a Marine
I failed classes
I failed at being a father
I failed at being a husband
I failed at employment
I failed at being a blue jean designer
I failed at owning a shuttle service
I failed at being a director
I failed at being a supervisor
I said all that because it reminded me of my grandmother. My brother and me would pour a big bowl of cereal and after we ate all the cereal, we would attempt to pour out the milk that was remaining in the bowl. My grandmother would make us drink the milk instead of pouring it out; her reasoning behind it was, she didn't want us to be wasteful.
So what do all those failures tell you about me? Let me share with you what they scream at me, "Here is a man who refuses to take 1 oz of potential to the grave with him!" The question is; How much are you going to take with you?
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