How many times have we said something that, the minute it left our mouths, we wished we could take it back? I reached such a precipice twice in the past few days, but somehow I was able to step back from the brink. Had I said what I felt like saying, reputations and friendships might well have been destroyed. Call it luck. Call it whatever you will, but in both instances I didn't say what I was thinking, and because of that I have a completely new perspective on just how much of a blessing patience can really be.
Politics is seldom simple. But the truth usually is.