Tonight I thought about myself. I thought about my mistakes. I hate mistakes. I hate making them. Sometimes they’re just embarrassing, like when you mess up a part of a speech in class. Other times they hurt yourself, like when you burn yourself or bury your car in snow because you were driving too fast. I’ve never minded those much. The worst though, are when they hurt other people, especially when they hurt those you care about. Think about it. Some word you said or some action you did caused pain or stress or worry or anger to someone you care about or someone you love. It can be such a little action, something you normally wouldn’t think twice about. But it can still hurt someone. And when you see that you’ve hurt them, it’s the worst feeling in the world. And the only thing you can do is say sorry and hope that you can make things better in some way. And you learn to be mindful of what you do and how it affects everyone around you. You start to pay attention. You start to care a little more. And you think about those mistakes.