When I lost the Pinewood Derby during Cub Scouts, I pouted away like the ten-year-old child I was, throwing out my “losing” model car, which broke off one of the wheels. Later – cue my Catholic guilt - remembering the time and effort my Dad and I put into making it, I pulled it from the trash. Nearly half a century later, this broken model car now rests upon my dresser at home, serving as my daily reminder that, in life, you don’t always get what you want.
BILL
Twitter: @BillBekkala
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