Mistakes are after all the foundations of truth and if a man does not know what a thing is it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows what it is not.
Mom was 50 when my Dad died. She got on a bus every weekday for years and rode 40 miles each morning to Madison. She earned a new degree and learned new skills to start her small business. It wasn't just a new livelihood. It was a new life.
