If the track is tough and the hill is rough, He was almost there, when - CRASH! SMASH! BASH! “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!” He would not stop - now he neared the top. With a squeak and a creak and a toot and a sigh, So he started up with a chug and a strain,Īnd he puffed and pulled with might and main.Īnd his engine coughed as he whispered soft, “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.” He was tired and small, and the hill was tall,Īnd his face blushed red as he softly said, His light was weak, his whistle was shrill. The little blue engine looked up at the hill. This post is a follow-up to Why We Love Continuing Education and Certifications and continues on with What Certs Should My IT Team Have?Ī few weeks ago I was reading to my daughters one of our favorite Shel Silverstein books and came across the following poem:
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