I'm Thomas.
I'm 19.
I'm in the Army.
I have two cars.
I love my family...
and my Friends.
AZ is pretty boring.
I've made some mistakes.
I'm still Thomas.
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It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled or how the doer of deeds could have done better. No, 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 up short again and again but who does actually strive to do the deeds. The credit belongs to the one who knows great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who at his best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.