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Why do they not teach you that time is a finger snap and an eye blink, and that you should not allow a moment to pass you by without taking joyous, ecstatic note of it, not wasting a single moment of its swift, breakneck circuit?
My Losing Season by Pat Conroy


I have concluded that life’s best teacher is losing.

In winning, we celebrate, but in losing we learn the hard lessons of life and so become better. Perhaps in that sense, we should celebrate the losses and strive to take on more and more challenges in the hope that we will lose and by losing become our very best.

Life is full of contradictions, isn’t it?



I am always reluctant to read books that do not have a happy ending in the strange and bizarre belief that we become what we read. I make an exception with Pat Conroy whose books often deal with dysfunctional family relationships.

If you are not a Pat Conroy fan, become one.

My Losing Season is Conroy’s story of the losing basketball season in his last year as a cadet at The Citadel in Charleston, South Carolina. He is an unshakeable though small and modestly talented point guard for his team. His father is a hard-core marine colonel. His capricious coach heaps withering scorn on his players.

Somewhere in all the pain and humiliation, Conroy is able to find resolution, strength, love and healing.

Don’t hurry this book. It is meant to be read leisurely. Read a bit then get up and go for a walk. Healing takes time and learning to love those who have been a little tough on us takes a lifetime.

It only takes a moment to enjoy to relax in a Stressless recliner.