When Failure Becomes Many Things

In 5th grade, you’d find my chubby little frame at a school named Bethel.

Most of my memories from this time are pure gold. Playing Oregon Trail on Fridays. Celebrating “fall festival” because Halloween was a bit too spicy. Watching fellow classmates get paddled in the hallways that smelled like day-old PB&Js.

Great times.

But all that is just the backdrop for one of the stickiest failures I’ve ever experienced.

Now, when you look up stories about failure (like I did), you get some real whoppers. Pe...