Even the God of Pitching can come down with the sniffles or a sore arm, from time to time.
One, I didn't just take this on, it chose me. I'm just trying to keep up. Two, I'm not the one who keeps telling me...oh, never mind.
I happen to know a young lady who is quite beautiful but refuses to believe she is. Her refusals just make her more lovely and more rare in a world that is too stuffed full of pomposity as it is. And in the end, it makes her more beautiful than she already is.
Regards, Ivan