Didn't even want to write you about this.
And Cupcake would kill me if she knew I was telling you about it.
But yesterday I got some bad news.
Instead of dealing with my feelings head-on I decided to eat them.
It started with one fist full of nutter butters.
And quickly escalated into an eating frenzy.
I lost count at 15.
Last weekend Huddy had an “assessment” for his new school.
We were so sure he was getting in.
And last night we received a call from the administrator saying they didn't want him.
“He's too far behind” or something.
What do you expect?
The first 2.5 years of his life were spent in an orphanage where they shoved a bottle of formula into his face and changed his dirty diapers.
The kid didn't have a chance.
The last 2 years we've invested every day into making him better.
We can see how far he's come.
But they can't because they haven't spent every day working with him for the last 2 years.
They have him for an hour and slap a label on him.
Typical.
That's why I always hated school.
I was labeled a loser.
A misfit.
Least Likely to succeed.
And I wanted more than anything to protect him from that.
But the world is a tough place.
People are judging you everywhere you go.
And if you're not tough enough the world will swallow you up and spit you out.
That's why I found it especially funny when I went to the gym today and decided to listen to Daddy's Working.
The topic…
Failure.
And how it can be your best friend or your worst enemy.
Definitely gave me some perspective.
And also lit a fire under my ass to work even harder to get Huddy up to speed so he can crush that stupid assessment next year.
You can check it out at https://thepodcastfactory.com/dwp008/
Jonathan F-Failure Rivera
