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Failure Is Data, Not a Verdict
I failed the exam that decides whether you get to become a doctor. Twice. It cost me a year of medical school. The story I told myself about it cost me fourteen more.
L — Locate Your Lessons: Finding the Gift in Every Setback
The rejection letter arrived on a Tuesday. I read the same lines over and over as if the words might rearrange themselves. What I didn't know then was that those rejections were preparing me for something I couldn't yet see.