I always remember a story a good friend of mine told me. His freshman year at Villanova he was cast in the graduate production of Parade as Frankie Epps. Needless to say, it was a big deal. He was absolutely amazing in the role...his best to date, I'd say. Everyone was totally fawning over him. The next year, he was Judas in the underclassmen JCS. He was just as fabulous in this role, but no one ever told him he did a good job, or said anything about his performance at all. It TOTALLY bummed him out and he was trés depressed for weeks. Finally, he asked a good friend of his about it, and he told him that he was great, and everyone thinks he's great, but by now he must KNOW that he's great and talented, so what's the point of telling him again?
That just always really stuck with me, and drives me to keep praising people or whatever over and over again..."just in case you forgot" kinda deal.
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