Day 8: Joy in the Journey

There are no pictures that communicate the defeat of a long delay resulting in a missed train. No photographic evidence is needed to capture the moments of pure exhaustion found in slumped shoulders, half-opened eyes, and deep sighs of defeat. No picture could fully capture the sound of shuffling feet or demonstrate the additional weight that a carry-on bag — even one with rollers — accumulates when a kiddo or an advisor is just ready . . . to . . . get . . . home — even if the previous week spent away from home was filled with wonder and magic.

Yet — there they were — stuck in Washington DC at the very same station where, just a week earlier, held so much hope and anticipation for the week ahead.

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Day 6: "Family" Dinner and Awards

"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat." ~ Theodore Roosevelt

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