I like to think of life as shopping at Deseret Industries. If something good shows up, like a favorite book or a gold lamp or the Mouse Trap game, you’ve got to snatch it first, before all the other greedy shoppers do. Because the minute you doubt yourself, the minute you hesitate, some punk kid is gonna steal it and run down the isle gloating about it and you’re gonna have to listen to that gloating until either you or he leaves the store.
In the store of life and opportunity, who do you want to be? Me? or the kid with the Mouse Trap game?