My daughter Mattie is a tough little girl. She was kicking her legs and swinging by herself at age two. At age three, she was swimming without those arm floaty things. Just after turning four she decided that she wanted to touch the drain in the deep end of the pool. “Daddy, I don’t need those training wheels!”, she demanded as the other kids in the neighborhood didn’t use them. Though strong, she has a tender side when she loses. This tenderness came out a couple of weeks ago when she got on the joust game during a church picnic. In today’s post, I’ll share why you’re never really down if you’re willing to get back up again.