never gets long enough. It must get longer and longer, more and more impressive. “Surely,” the driven person reasons, “people [including my father] will like me when they see how much I can get done.” I was standing at the entrance of the arena where our granddaughter played indoor soccer. A small boy, no older than nine, came out the door and spied his father. “I scored a goal, Dad,” he said with excitement. “Yeah,” his father replied, “but you missed the chance for two others.” This exchange caused