Present times, somewhere near Atlanta.
“Get down Duke,” I whispered.
I crouched down low with my four-year-old German shepherd, on the left end of our yard at 108 Doves Lane—the residence of Ledroocke’s.
I’d been hiding and waiting for my buddy, John, to blow his cover so that I could nail him with my airsoft gun.
At that instant a question popped up in my mind: “Daniel Ledroocke, are you sure you can do this?”
Failure, I thought, why does it follow me when I don’t need it the most? I know old wisdom and books say, “one learns from failure”. But in my case, the only thing I had gathered was, when it’s time to deliver: I JUMP THE GUN.
Let me explain this with a painful incident from last year…
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