Another Pep Talk
By Christopher Munroe
There will come a day, I know, when I will be held to account for my actions.
A day where every wrong I’ve ever done, every hurt I’ve visited upon those who least deserve it, every moment of weakness or childishness, of short-sighted, arrogant selfishness, will be thrown back in my face, that I might look upon the depth and breadth of every sin I’ve ever committed upon another, and the hurt my sin has caused them.
And when that day comes, truly will I know despair.
However, this is not that day.
Now: Lets get out to the pub.