I'm heading to La Paz, Mexico tomorrow for a long weekend trop, but, in the mean time, I will pass along this story of inspiration and hope...
I noticed on Monday afternoon that one of my car's headlights was no longer operational. This posed an immediate issue as I had to make a pick-up at Sea-Tac Airport that evening. Since those I knew who had demonstrable skill in replacing headlight bulbs were mostly living states away from me, I knew that I had to pick up the slack and make the difference. Oh, sure, I struggled in my initial interpretation of the instructions, but, with the strains of heroic NFL Films-esque music running through my head, I began to follow the simple step-by-step procedure all by myself. Once I tested the headlights successfully, I knew that, 32 years plus into my life, I was now a man.
Please feel free to plagiarise the story for your own use. It's just that inspirational.
I noticed on Monday afternoon that one of my car's headlights was no longer operational. This posed an immediate issue as I had to make a pick-up at Sea-Tac Airport that evening. Since those I knew who had demonstrable skill in replacing headlight bulbs were mostly living states away from me, I knew that I had to pick up the slack and make the difference. Oh, sure, I struggled in my initial interpretation of the instructions, but, with the strains of heroic NFL Films-esque music running through my head, I began to follow the simple step-by-step procedure all by myself. Once I tested the headlights successfully, I knew that, 32 years plus into my life, I was now a man.
Please feel free to plagiarise the story for your own use. It's just that inspirational.