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LESSONS IN IT ALL

LESSONS IN IT ALL

When you knock out your best players can there still be victory?

When they gave great support, who do you turn to?

If they gave more of themselves to stay, even when it was tough...

Will new players fill the shoes?

Will they bring victory back and do you let them stay in?

In everything there's failures and winners...

When you knock out your best players...

How long before you win again?

Lessons in it all...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Tina...

​​​​​​You bring up some very good points...

​​​​I don't know how much time it takes between the old best and the new best...

Like leaving a job before you have another one and with some regret possibly, the offer was the most appealing before the job itself...

Personally, I would have to have a real good reason before knocking out my best players and will the next one immediately walk through the door?

Thank you for your kind comment and support my friend!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Dblankportrait...

You may have the lost the game but, it was a great game...

You left a great impact for each other...???

Thank you for your kind comment and support my friend!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Hello Greg...

Thank you very much!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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