ALMOST Revisited My son, Ben, is now eleven, but his passion to play outside is just as strong as when he was two. At two, Ben’s favorite word was almost , and he used it to describe his endless attempts to score a basket, catch a ball, or make a goal. He wouldn’t make the shot, but almost . He would kick the ball a thousand times at the soccer goal, missing them all, and yet each time squeal gleefully that he didn’t make it, but almost ! I would laugh, toss the ball back to him, and say, “Wow, Bud! Almost ! Why don’t you line it up, and take another shot. ” Almost was the game, because it meant that we got to keep playing. Almost was the chance to stay outside, play, laugh, and be together for just a little while longer. Almost was better than making it, because the game was not yet over. I’m sure that the word almost is heard frequ...
my ideas about learning and leading, contributing and questioning, my family and my work.