My Way or the Highway
I have a problem. I’m right 97% of the time. I’m not bragging. One of my kids told me this so it must be true. He said, “Mom, you know how things should be done and the order they should be done in. You are right 97% of the time.” Then he added, “It’s the 3% of the time, when you’re not right, when we have a problem.” Really! This is not hanging at my house--maybe! I laughed so hard when he told me this because first of all, I was very pleased that in his eyes I was right 97% of the time! I was also equally aware of my own short comings—with such a high percentage of rightness it was super hard for me to believe I could be wrong…ever! True! The word “wrong” it’s barely part of my vocabulary. A few years back, I went through a nightmare experience of thinking I was right—and in reality I was so far from right that I’d have to say…wait for it…I was “wrong.” It was a battle of epic degree as I stood my ground unmovable, unbendable