In 5th grade, you’d find my chubby little frame at a school named Bethel.
Most of my memories from this time are pure gold. Playing Oregon Trail on Fridays. Celebrating “fall festival” because Halloween was a bit too spicy. Watching fellow classmates get paddled in the hallways that smelled like day-old PB&Js.
Great times.
But all that is just the backdrop for one of the stickiest failures I’ve ever experienced.
Now, when you look up stories about failure (like I did), you get some real whoppers. People losing their companies, spouses, limbs. I mean some serious sh*t storms of terrible, no good, very bad days. Life-altering stuff.
My story is absolutely nothing like that.
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