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Winning at life is important to most people and it is a part of my life that I have lived for almost 30 years. As a coach I have worked hard, planned, sacrificed, bled, not slept, not eaten and all the other things extremely busy and hard working people do to get ahead.  Along that path I have won a bunch and had my share of losses.  The title shows what I am talking about today and that is how we learn from our setbacks. failures and mishaps.  We can work super hard, have the best plan, have the best athletes and still lose at times.  A game is a competition and that is decided by more than preparation, talent and execution.  One mistake, one turnover, one bad pitch, one three pointer, one point, one missed kick and so many other things can derail a win and turn it into a gut wrenching lose.   We have to take those losses and view them as opportunity to improve for the next game, set, match, quarter, half and all those other things we play.  We have to learn from our failures to becom

We all are given 86,400 seconds, 1440 minutes or a total of 24 hours per day. Every second, minute and hour is a true blessing we receive from God. We are given this time here on Earth as an opportunity to spend it how we choose to. God made us in his image and has high expectations of our conduct, behavior and actions. We choose how to use that time, spend that time and the impact we will have on our family, friends, co-workers and community. We can choose to be kind, compassionate, caring, loving, supportive, engaging, friendly, helpful, honorable in our actions, behaviors, thoughts and conduct. We also have the option to be rude, selfish, mean, unsupportive, unloving, cowardly, bad, ill, sorry, lazy and all the other words that are negative in our lives. God gave us the option of choice and that is where we fall short so often. Human nature tends to lead us to react to, behave and treat others the way we are feeling at the time. Those choices have consequences either good o

Growing up my dad and brothers loved to go fishing. We would gather up a bunch of worms, get a few cans of corn, load up a bunch of fishing poles and go to a creek, a pond, the beach or anywhere we could wet a hook. We did it for sport and rarely ever had to keep anything we caught, we used the proper equipment to be able to catch and release. Just as many of my friends hunted with their dads, we instead choose to fish. We fished in the fall and spring mostly when the weather was good and it wasn't so hot or cold. One main life lesson I learned from my good old dad was patience. I remember going to a pond and my dad would bait his hook, cast the line in and just sit and wait. Sometimes for hours until something bit the line, took off and bent that pole. He might reel it in on occasion to check the bait and make sure it was still good since the little "bait stealers" which are small fish that just nip at the bait until it falls off would eventually leave you with an