When I was in about 4th grade, I was sitting on the back step of our house swatting, smashing, and shooing mosquitoes. I came up with the greatest idea. What we needed was simple – a Mosquito Squashing Day. If everyone in the United States would squash two mosquitoes on this day, our problems would be solved – there would be less diseases, less welts to rub, and we could peacefully sit on our back steps. For years I thought about how to develop this scheme or get it advertised.
It wasn’t until I was in high school and I had taken the hose out to clean the car after a night trip that it hit me. The car had killed a lot of bugs. It had killed a lot of mosquitoes. I’ll bet a lot of other cars had killed a lot of mosquitoes last night and every night. My Mosquito Squashing Day wasn’t going to make a dent on the mosquito population and it really wasn’t that great of an idea.
My life has included a succession of Mosquito Squashing Days. Days that were challenging to my ideas, my well thought-out concepts. Days that have included a series of “ah-ha’s” and quiet smiles. When we don’t celebrate our failures, we fail to grow. So I’ve had a lot of celebrations, a lot of MSD’s along my path.