“Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.” ~William Bruce Cameron
My gardener and I were talking the other day—his English broken, my Spanish worse—but we found a way to connect.
He told me about his eight-year-old son, a bright, joyful kid who loves baseball. The boy wants to play. His mother wants him in tutoring. And somewhere in that gap, a bigger question emerged: what matters more—discipline or joy?
I didn’t plan to give advice, but it came out anyway. “Let him play ball,” I said. “Let him be part of a team, fall in love with something, feel what it’s like to give yourself to a game you care about.” Maybe there’s room for both—tutoring on weekends or part-time. But I coul…
“Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.” ~William Bruce Cameron
My gardener and I were talking the other day—his English broken, my Spanish worse—but we found a way to connect.
He told me about his eight-year-old son, a bright, joyful kid who loves baseball. The boy wants to play. His mother wants him in tutoring. And somewhere in that gap, a bigger question emerged: what matters more—discipline or joy?
I didn’t plan to give advice, but it came out anyway. “Let him play ball,” I said. “Let him be part of a team, fall in love with something, feel what it’s like to give yourself to a game you care about.” Maybe there’s room for both—tutoring on weekends or part-time. But I coul…
