I hate being wrong.
The other day, I was running by the beach when something happened that I
had to share.
I love running, always have.
It is my time to think, to pray, to get away from the craziness of the
world. I always listen to music, and I
often find myself dancing while I’m running.
This particular time, I am enjoying the run, jamming out to my music,
and tuning out the rest of the world when a bike sneaks up behind me narrowly
missing me.
Are you kidding me?
Yes, I am running in the bike lane, but he is in the wrong lane going
the wrong direction. Why don’t people
pay attention? Why don’t people follow
the rules? There is clearly a symbol on
the road that says he is going the wrong direction so why doesn’t he see
it? The symbol is right there saying
that… oops… I am the one going the wrong direction.
I wanted to find the guy on the bike and apologize for being
wrong. Even though I didn’t say anything
out loud, I still felt guilty for being so angry at someone when I was the one
who was in the wrong.
This whole situation got me thinking… What else am I wrong
about? There are so many situations when
I am convinced that I am right only to find out later that I’m not.
Lessons of the Day:
You are not always right. Be slow
to anger. Take a step back. Try to get some perspective. Read the directional signs (the Bible is what
I was thinking.) When you are wrong,
accept it. Take responsibility. And apologize when necessary and able. Don’t let this defeat you. Learn from your mistakes. And keep going!
