When I look back over my small, boring life, some events were intersections, forks in the road. With the cruel clarity of hindsight, (which I once earnestly asserted aloud in a staff meeting was 50:50), the wrong turns, large and small, map my life to where I am today.
If only I had said:
"N0 thanks," instead of "I do." Twice.
"Thank you, Officer," instead of "F**k you."
"Are you crazy?" instead of "Take my car."
"Don't have room," instead of "Stay with me."
"No," instead of "Pay me on Tuesday."
And all those countless times I should have instead said nothing, nothing at all.