When government fails, it’s the rare public official who says, “Oops. My fault.”
My mother was the oldest of five siblings and the first to marry. Before the wedding, her father offered her advice for a happy life in a letter. Among other things, that letter included three admonitions. Remain faithful to God, devoted to your spouse, and close to your family by getting together often.
It was the “could have been a whole lot worse” times, it was the “when are things going to start looking up” times; it was the winter we couldn’t believe the daffodils were already starting to bloom, it was the winter we thought we’d all freeze to death; we thought we had the answers to everything, we found out we had the answers to nothing; we knew we’d all end up in heaven, we knew that everybody else would end up going the other way. To be honest, if we were to be magically transported back to the Victorian Ages, we’d fit right in, except we’d miss our automobiles and weep for the fact that microwaves and packaged Ramen noodles hadn’t been invented yet.
In a long letter dated Mar. 4, 1981, Paul “Bear” Bryant, former head football coach at Texas A&M, apologized to Kenneth Hall for squandering his gridiron gift in the 1950’s.
“Success is 10-percent luck and 90-percent hard work. And if you’re not lucky, just work 10-percent harder.”