We can’t change our past. But we can learn how to transform yesterday’s pain into something positive for today.
I can still feel the embarrassment. Each football season my high school held an event called “Dad’s Night.” I dreaded it all year. The whole team lined up on the field as the announcer called out names, and dads ran out to stand by their son. All too soon, it was my turn.
“Jim Daly,” said the voice over the loudspeaker.