No idea how many times I’ve said it. Never kept count. My son heard it more than a few times. So did the kids I coached, every time they turned a sure out into a Little League home run.
When you make a mistake, don’t make two.
No one’s been on the receiving end of that advice more than me. Whenever I’ve flubbed, I remind myself how to proceed. Admit the error, apologize for it, make amends, learn from it so there’s no repeat performance. So easy to say, so hard to do.
Harder for some than for others. Impossible for our former president. He must know the cliché—it’s not the crime, it’s the cover-up—but is his own worst enemy and pays it no mind. He never would’ve been criminally indicted for being in possession of sensitive national intelligence after leaving office if he hadn’t jerked around the National Archives about the classified documents’ whereabouts for over a year and then refused to cooperate with federal law enforcement authorities to return them to a secure location.
To his fai…
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