Failure Is Not Final

Have you ever done something that was so horrible that you truly have no excuses? A simple "e;bless your heart"e; won't cut it, and the all-encompassing Christian Hail Mary phrase that covers a multitude of sins, "e;The Lord knows my heart,"e; just won't do. Not for this time.You can wax poetic. You dropped the ball at the five-yard line, you didn t live up to your expectations, and you fell flat. Best of all, you re only human. But when you look at the aftermath of your decisions, it looks like a battlefield of the emotionally and sometimes physically wounded. There are no excuses. We knew better. We saw the trouble coming, and we just couldn t step away. We got caught up in our selfishness, caught up in fleeting excitement, and caught up in minutes of recklessness that have left a lifetime of I wish I hadn ts. When you peel off the weak excuses, the tissue-paper pride, the guilt, anger, and shame, I messed up, without just flat-out cussing, sums it up. Now what will you do?