Someone I love a lot went through a failure recently.
I started to reflect on my own failures in life.
I’ve had a lot. Too many to count.
I remember being in the 3rd grade and I was the only kid that couldn’t read yet. When my class had silent reading, I had to leave with Ms. Liz so she could help me. I was so embarrassed. In third grade I remember thinking somehow I’d failed life because I couldn’t read yet. I struggled with rea...