Tuesday, May 3, 2011

teddy roosevelt (and a short thanks to my dad)

This quotation has always been dear to me. My dad has it memorized, I think, and he helped me memorize some of it, too, when I was a kid. He's good at stuff like that---memorizing relevant scripture, encouraging words or beautiful stories. And he always had them in his pocket to pull out when I needed them. I'm so thankful for this. When I get hit by a discouraging comment or feel old fears creep up inside me, I'm thankful that my dad made me hang these words on the walls of my room: 


“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.” -Teddy Roosevelt 


  1. this is on our bedroom mirror!

  2. My high school wrestling coach printed this out on a 4x6 foot banner and we hung it in our practice room. Often he would have us just stop and read it, especially when practices were rough or someone quit the team. He reminded us that its us, the doers, the competitors that will gain from are sweat and blood and occasionally, tears.
    One of the true beauties of sport.