Come Up With A Smiling Face

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“It’s nothing against you to fall down flat, but to lie there - that’s disgrace.” This is a line from one of my all time favorite poems. (It is posted below.) 

I seriously love how this poem talks about how we all fall, we all get beaten, we all have troubles but it encourages us to COME UP WITH A SMILING FACE! And to be proud of the lessons we learned from our hardships. So as a tribute to showing you that ALL of us fall sometimes, and in honor of one of my favorite poems, I release this crazy sequence of photos into the world, for your enjoyment and yes, even laughter. As I also laughed when this happened - we all get thrown off!

No matter the scale of our fall we have to laugh, learn and shake it off before we can get up and do it again effectively! Having the perspective that falling somehow helps us in this life can change how we respond to our trials.

It is our belief about what our trials do for us that predict how we will handle them. I believe this 100% - weather big or little. The hard things in this life make us better people. Don’t give up on yourself, come up with a smiling face! I'm cheering for you!

How Did You Die?

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there -- that's disgrace.
The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts,
It's how did you fight --  and why?

And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry,
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only how did you die?

Edmund Vance Cooke