Oliver
goldsmith was born the son
Of
a poor preacher in Ireland
In
the 1700’s growing up
Wasn’t
a great student
In
fact his schoolmaster
Labeled
him a “stupid blockhead”
He
did manage to earn a college degree,
But
he finished at the
Bottom
of his class
He
was unsure of what
He
wanted to do
At
first he tried to become a preacher
But
it didn’t suit him, and
He
was never ordained
But
he was an indifferent doctor
And
was not passionate about this profess
He was able to hold
Several
posts only temporarily
Goldsmith
lived in poverty
Was
often ill and once
Even
had to pawn his cloth to buy food
It
looked liked
He
would never find his way
But
then he discovered an interest
And
would aptitude for writer and translating
At
first, he worked as Fleet Street reviewer and writer
But
then he began to write
Work
that came out of his own interest
He
secured his reputation as a novelist
With
the vicar of Wakefield,
A
poet with “The deserted Village”
And
a playwright with she stoops to conquer
Failure
is the productive part of success
It
provides the road you don’t have to travel again,
The
mountain you don’t have to climb again,
And
the valley you don’t have to cross again
At
the time you’re making mistakes,
They
may not feel like “the kiss of Jesus”,
This
was mother Teresa’s term
For
failures that drive us to God
But
if we have the right attitude,
They
can lead us to what
We
ought to be doing.
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