There’s a story about a rusty pickax found in the old Colorado gold country. The handle had long
since deteriorated, but the rusted pick remained driven into the ground a
hundred years or more. The manner in which it was driven hard into the earth
revealed the defeat felt by some frustrated prospector. It seemed to say: “Oh,
what’s the use? I’m through.” The pathetic fact—which this unknown defeated
prospector never learned—was that a few yards farther on was a rich vein of
gold that later produced millions. If only he had persisted.
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