I’ve listened to all of this, and it brought to mind my earliest driving experience. More years ago than I like to admit to, I decided to learn to drive. I took the keys and got into my grandad’s beautiful 1941 Buick. I was able to start it and get it rolling, but needless to say, I cracked it up. When granddad was through chewing me out for doing it, he asked me to tell him exactly what had happened. I told him that the lousy car wouldn’t steer. (It was very heavy, practically a tank, and had no power steering.) I had much more to say about the “lousy” car. When I wound down, granddad asked me if I wanted to keep cussing the car, or learn to drive it. Wise man…
Since then, I have learned to do many things, sometimes because I needed to, sometimes just to prove to myself that I could. A couple of years back, I decided to learn to shoot a bow, because my eyes weren’t up to doing well with a muzzle loader any more. Just a few months ago, I decided to learn to knit… just because. I’m working on my third sweater, a rather difficult one. I have tried a few things and not succeeded because I was simply personally not able to, for whatever reason. However, I have never tried something and quit because it was the something’s fault, when I knew perfectly well that many other folks had succeeded. Granddad taught me better than that.
Incidentally, a few years later, when I had a drivers license and convinced him I was a good driver, granddad gave me that Buick.
Dick in Seattle