Continuous effort — not strength or intelligence — is the key to unlocking our potential.
~ Winston Churchill
He was 18. Old enough to take on the world, or so he thought, yet young enough to take a dozen dim-witted actions before the sun rose the next morning.
Of course, he thought he was magical. He could do no wrong. He knew it all. He was a smart kid. Way too smart to listen to any stupid rules his parents lay down for him.
His parents weren’t bad. They were good people. They loved him. But they were an endless supply of warnings. And fears. And mistrust. Enough of that crap.
Tonight was his night. It was easy. He was with his best buddies, speeding along in his sparkling new BMW. Flooring the pedal for excitement; braking ever so subtly to take a drag. It wasn’t until later that things got more complicated.