I look back at the past week and wonder if I really did everything I could do? Did I skate a little here and there? I'm currently thinking of a poem that my eleventh grade English teacher required the whole class to memorize, "Good Enough" by Edward Guest. Here's a few lines:
My son, beware of "good enough,"
It isn't made of sterling stuff ...
Who stops at "good enough" shall find
Success has left him far behind ...
For this is true of men and stuff --
Only the best is "good enough."
The whole poem can be found at http://www.appleseeds.org/Good-Enough_Guest.htm. It's worth a read.
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