I carry an angel in my pocket. She is made of pink quartz, about 1 1/2 inches long. One night she fell out of my pocket onto the bathroom floor and the upper end of her left wing broke off. I was devastated because she is my worry stone, good luck charm, and the all around guardian of everything from my temper to my state of mind. Nonetheless, she is just a small piece of polished stone, and so I should just throw her out and get another one, right?
You know what? I’m not going to do that. You don’t give up on something just because it’s a little beat up.
I wish I could take credit for that line, but it actually comes from a scene in the movie Seabiscuit. All of the characters in that movie are all beat up, but they don’t give up on each other, and they manage to turn Seabiscuit into winning racehorse.
So my little angel, she’s all right. She can still be a good luck charm with one broken wing, and every time I touch her I’ll remember that just because you’re not perfect doesn’t mean you can’t get the job done.