after I was somewhat boy my mother had me memorize this little poem: follow your process ’til it sticks to you; learners are many, but enders are few. Honor, energy, place and reward Will at all times come to the one who stays. keep on with your task ’til it sticks to you; Bend at it, sweat at it, smile at it, too; For out of the bend and the sweat and the smile Will come existence’s victories after a while. —creator Unknown i believe my mom had me memorize this poem because she knew I would want it. She understood
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