Bear with me, you will see the connection with these stories, and it applies to all of us young folk
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In middle school and elementary school no one wants to be the kid who throws up in homeroom. Or gym class. Or lunch. In high school if you throw up you get labeled the belemic kid. Throw up in college and you either get A) an ambulance to transport you or B) an opportunity to rally. So for the most part, throwing up in school sucks. Naturally, I threw up in 7th grade. Lets backtrack a little. In 6th grade I got rushed to the nurse’s room because I ate a Lima bean and had an allergic reaction to it, of course. So it was only right I follow up my 6th grade year by throwing up in 7th grade. And this one came out of no where. Normally you get the pre-vomit weird feeling in your throat (grandparents pronounce throat [trote] by the way.) I didn’t even get that. I just booked it out of class and did the fastest speed walk ever to the nurse’s room. I made it to the door but not the bathroom. In retrospect, I probably should have just went to the boy’s bathroom like hmmm…I don’t know….every other person would have done. But anyways, I made it just only the door. The throw up started to come out and I saw my target: the world tiniest trash can. Lets just say my aim was subpar that day. About half made it in, half hit the tile. And what did the lovely nurse say? “At least he tried.” Nah I appreciate it nurse, thanks for the inspirational words. I was temporarily the laughing stock of the prepubescent world and that’s all you had to say? huh
When I was a sophomore in high school I went to this awesome soccer camp in some remote place in Connecticut. I wanted to get really good and play college soccer. So your boy had to put in the work. My soccer coach for the week was a hardo. I mean he was more hardo than Peanut when he proclaimed he had the best core out of anyone on spring break. I’m talkin more hardo than Leo when he had 4 hot dogs for breakfast before work. More hardo than that blond dude who slaughtered the rap battle in the Bahamas. This dude was always on my case and one day he made us do this impossible drill. I was supposed to run from one goal post to the other and deflect a ball that he threw into the net. But the dude would purposely throw the ball 10 seconds before I could get to it. At first I just stood there with my hands on my head. What was the point of trying if I could never save the ball. My coach saw my frustration and said, “You have to try. No matter what, no matter how impossible something seems, you at least have to give yourself the chance to be successful.” So I kept doing the impossible drill. I never saved one ball but I dove every time and tried harder than anyone else.
Lesson: Just try. No matter how hard something is, just try.
You have to realize the importance of giving effort. Most people see what they want and get too intimidated to even attempt to get it. You will fail more times than you succeed but, that is the most encouraging sign a person can see. There are two types of failure:
1) Failure because you never even tried or
2) Failure because you weren’t good enough
You always want to failure because of reason number 2. That means you tried to get something good for yourself that was out of you league. You strove for something great and fell short. You attempted to make your life better. Not only is that noble, but it is an outline of how to grow.
Pick a goal. Train for it. Fail. Learn. Try again
But always, always, try... “For failure isn’t a mark of incompetence, it is a permanent reminder that you attempted to obtain something more, something better, something great. A reminder you tried, a mark of courage and strength. And where there is courage, there is the ability to try again until successful.”
For my college friends, keep trying and do not let denied jobs slow you down. Have faith and courage.Most of all try.Give yourself the opportunity to be sucessful.