It's 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.
That little piece for paper remains in my wallet to this day 8 years later. If I ever saw coach Hardcastle again I would tell him thanks. Thanks for inspiring us to be fighters. It still sticks with us.
Until Next Time,
Is there anyone in your past that has inspired you? Do you wish you could let them know?