It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcomings, who knows the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the high achievement of triumph and who at worst, if he fails while daring greatly, knows his place shall never be with those timid and cold souls who know neither victory nor defeat. ~Theodore Roosevelt
What I hold dear: *~God has a purpose for my life. No other person can take my place. It isn't a big place to be sure, but for years I have been molded in a peculiar way to fill a particular niche in the world's work. Everyday I thank God for those talents and gifts.~* These PS moments have resonated within me. They're worthy enough to steal my time from a busy life to share what my heart has begged my fingers to tap onto keyboard. These Postscripts from Home make up my story.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Dare Greatly
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcomings, who knows the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the high achievement of triumph and who at worst, if he fails while daring greatly, knows his place shall never be with those timid and cold souls who know neither victory nor defeat. ~Theodore Roosevelt
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