Perspective...
Perspective...
As I was driving home from work one day, I stopped to watch a local
Little League baseball game that was being played in a park near my
home. As I sat down behind the bench on the first-base line, I asked one
of the boys what the score was. "We're behind 14 to nothing," he answered
with a smile. "Really," I said. "I have to say you don't look very
discouraged." "Discouraged?" the boy asked with a puzzled look on his
face. "Why should we be discouraged? We haven't been up to bat yet."
As I was driving home from work one day, I stopped to watch a local
Little League baseball game that was being played in a park near my
home. As I sat down behind the bench on the first-base line, I asked one
of the boys what the score was. "We're behind 14 to nothing," he answered
with a smile. "Really," I said. "I have to say you don't look very
discouraged." "Discouraged?" the boy asked with a puzzled look on his
face. "Why should we be discouraged? We haven't been up to bat yet."
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