The Gospel of Failure
My 7-year-old sons pinewood derby car didnt just lose. It wouldve been fine for him to hide in the vast middle of also-rans. No, his car came in dead epic-fail-no-one-could-miss-its-complete-sorryness last. Were talking all the cars crossed the finish line full seconds before his would limp over. (Proving once again that professional writer fathers should never be expected to build. Anything. Ever.)
For the first time, my son experienced failure.
You might think Im being over