
Failure is another step of success Wounded and weak. His fur bleached red from the blood. Hind legs screaming from pain and uncertainty in his mind. The lion roars and readies himself again for yet another battle… In the face of defeat the lion roars and beckons it to try him. Today I want to share the story of one such lion. A story about a time when he felt lost and felt the hands of defeat creeping in , slow and inevitable but found courage from the ones around him. Found courage to face his fear. A story of my oldest friend. I was awake all night to prepare for an exam we had on the next day. The most dreaded subject in class twelfth: maths. This was just pre-board so there was very little pressure , but one such as myself always desires for a higher score even if the stakes are not as high. I got to the exam hall half an early but it was still filled with students of all divisions trying to cram in just one last topic...