You Can’t Be Good at Everything

On the shelves of my church office you’ll find a framed spelling test. It’s from when I was in second or third grade—you can tell by the handwriting and grade level of the words written out. If you look a little closer you’ll notice that the paper is quite wrinkled. As it turns out, this test had been crumpled up as I definitely had attempted to throw this test into the trash. At the top in that distinctive red pen you’ll find the grade that caused my younger self so much concern that I tried to get rid of it, a big fat B.

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