Rejection and I are good friends…too good of friends. In fact, rejection is one of those friends who can’t seem to take the hint that I’m in a hurry and have things to do and places to go and people to see, but instead begins another conversation as I’m walking...
But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold. My foot hath held his steps, his way have I kept, and not declined.
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