Fling but a stone, the giant dies.

(It was) like a giant hand reaching down from the sky, grabbing me like a frog, and throwing me full force into a concrete wall. I looked back just in time to see the water as it hit me ... I felt my life flash before my eyes ... I slammed into the rock, on my side. And I could feel the cracking of bone.

Remember that old bumper sticker, ?Whoever dies with the most toys wins?? It?s been replaced by, ?Whoever dies with the most experiences wins.

It's not the thing you fling, it's the fling itself.

If in life you feel like a stone tossed about in stormy sea, remember that the rough and jagged edges of a stone are smoothed away by the rough waters. It was a small smooth stone that defeated a giant. When your edges are gone what will you be able to conquer with your life?

Failure is not the end of the road, its a stepping stone to do better!