I had worked too hard, sacrificed too much, paid too many bills to be a complete failure. So I never apologized. But by not doing so, I became what I feared. That’s what I discovered during those dark days. Pride really can kill a man. Actually, it makes him kill himself. He justifies his errors and creates his own righteousness in his mind. Grandma used to say, “There is a way that seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof is death.” It’s true. Men of my day were right because we said we were right. Our word was law and everyone else had to follow it or be punished.
