Perfection is a personal goal never reached. It's a journey that encourages those who travel it to take it up where it was last left off. Most of the time we are so focused on correcting flaws, we fail to see the genuineness of excellence. If we look for it, we usually find bits and pieces of faultless things. After fifty years involvement with youth in activities, we accept perfection as only temporary, but realize it is only a whisper away.
Perfection is an accumulation of near-perfect giving.
It was the weekend of the Class C Montana High School girls basketball state championships. These are schools of less than 100 students. The final eight teams made the trip for the weekend. Motels were full of players and band members, expectant parents and grandparents. As Laura and I climbed the ramps and stairways to the top row of the Civic Auditorium and found our seats, I noticed one team seemed to be mostly Native American players.