My cat is a great leaper. But one time when he tried to leap from the kitchen counter, past the sink onto a ledge by the kitchen window, he missed and landed in a sink full of cold water right up to the tops of his four paws. There was a great shock of incredulousness in his eyes: how could he possibly have missed his mark? Yet, the very next day, I watched as he gathered himself for the great leap beyond the sink— and this time, he made it— and he's never missed again. So with us— when we make our great leaps in life, sometimes we miss, land in the puddle and are shocked— how could we have missed the mark? But we need to get up, dry off, gather ourselves together— like the cat— and try again. If he won't give up, why should we?