TRY…On my 51st birthday my youngest daughter, Rachel, gave me a wooden plaque that simply said, “Try”. She was eighteen years old at the time. Her entire life I told her to never let people tell her she couldn’t. Never to believe she wasn’t good enough. Always, always I told her to try. It was okay if you fail, but you need to give it a good try. You could never regret failure. You could regret the lack of an attempt. So, as she lived in her decrepit dorm room in Russell Hall