Writing provides all sorts of people with an opportunity to not only fall back, but to spring forward. Melville needed to be broken by the sea to find a better place in the library. Mark Twain - who was christened Somebody Else - chose a mighty river on which to fail - though the river failed him first. He managed, however, to bounce back. And took the name by which we know him to help guarantee that.
Me? I wanted to be a scientist, then athlete, and, finally, a musician. And after my troubles with these, I started to push small words around.
Whom should God help first, me or you?