If at first you don't succeed, dust yourself off and try again. You can dust it off and try again, try again...
And so it goes.
I was browsing articles as I do, and I came across this one. This is a classic!
771 times! I think of all the times I've given up. All the times I tried to jump that hurdle in Junior high in m baggie jeans when I was an overweight teen, awkward and a mess. Forced to participate in track, even with a note and the inappropriate clothing. That damn gym teacher made me jump the hurdle. And I kept falling because I couldn't lift my back leg. And after the 4th time of falling in a ball of dust and a puddle of shame, the spawn of the devil (aka P.E. Teacher) begrudgingly and in visible disgust waved me off like I was flies at a picnic. At Orchard beach. In mid-July on a hot Bronx afternoon. I hope you get the picture.
771 times! What have you done in your life that's tested your stamina and strengthened your perseverance? She did this on a regular basis too! I know I would have probably given up. I can't even be consistent enough to take out the trash daily. Don't ask. I can't even commit to a toothpaste. (It's whatevers on sale.) I thought of the countless number of times I've gotten so frustrated trying to pay my Optimum cable bill and had to redial again and again to get some human interaction. I usually stopped after 4 representatives, then sent my payment in five checks as a way of paying them back for making me wait so long. (Vindictive, right?!?) I don't see myself having that much patience. But that much time given to accomplishing a goal is true dedication. That's fortitude. That is medal worthy!
I love the portion of the article that describes the 68-year old woman as seeking her license because "Cha sells food and household items door to door at apartment complexes, carrying the items in a handcart, but wants to get a car for her business."
Okay.
I think for a few obvious reasons, there should be a time in which someone sane and, frankly, sick of seeing her in the Driving Office, will need to make an executive decision on this matter. After all, let's examine the facts:
*She's 68-years old. No one in America, at 68, is either looking for a license, or trying to keep a job. And if they are, they are in public office running for the next term or just got laid off from puttng in good hours at their job for 30+ years that they lost to outsourcing to India or the Phillipines, and now is trying to fight 4 other 68-year olds for that last job handing out smiley stickers at the Wal-Mart door.
*She sells food and household items DOOR TO DOOR. I live in the Bronx. Anyone trying to come to my door, no matter what time of day, will be greeted by a bat and a very pissed off voice filled with faux rage and uncertain hesitance. And the last thing I want to hear on the other side of my door is a foreigner with an accent trying to sell me batteries or DVD's. I get enough of that on the 6 train. Of course, they may be running for office, but still. A bat will be in hand if you came knocking.
*She's averaged "scores of 30-50 whereas the pass mark is 60 out of 100." At some point, I would hope that short-term memory would kick into long-term memory. Or hopefully the odds of relevant memorization would occur. Say, around the 418 mark. And if for some unfortunate reason this doesn't happen, especially in this case, it may be because A) You're 68, or B) You're already working too hard going from door to door each day with a cart on your back, and it's probably best that you take a break, or stop taking the test?!?
Hmmm. Just my humble observation and opinion. However in the final analysis, I am not a dream killer, and don't want to be the bearer of discouragement. To that, I say 'Go for it, Cha! You can do it, and as long as you have the opportunity and tenacity, I wish you the best.'
But all I'm saying is, if you do finally pass the test on chance # 772, I don't want to be on the road when you have your wares in tow.
That's all I'm saying about it.
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