Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.Confucius
I’m here with this quote and a story. One time in about 3rd grade, I was riding bikes with my brother, hit a pothole, flipped over the handlebars. I scraped my forehead, got the wind knocked out of me, and ripped my t-shirt. It was no fun. Cried the whole way home. No broken bones. No er visit. For weeks I refused to ride my bike down that hill. Took me some time to go down that hill again but eventually I got my courage back.
The only other time I got the wind knocked out of me was when I was on the monkey bars. I landed just right on my back. That didn’t keep me from climbing the monkey bars a few minutes later.
The point here is to share a relatable story because we all fall down sometimes. Some accidents don’t cause much of a negative impact. Others require more intentional focus and rebuilding.
How about you?