What Would Life Be Without Mistakes? (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Oct 10 2021	Views/Reads: 757/548	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
It’s one thing to deal with the mistakes at hand, but it’s another thing to be cleansed from secret faults. So I’m learning to deal with the mistakes that I don’t know I’m making each day.

Let me be clear from the beginning. I have made a lot of mistakes during
my life. I have made mistakes that I don't even know about to this day. 
Even the ones I do know about, I cannot remember very clearly. 

Mistakes are a part of life. Unfortunately, some people believe they
live their whole life without making any mistakes. 

That's mistake number one. 

I am where I am today because of the mistakes in my life. I have learned
a lot from my mistakes, except I have not learned not to make any more 
mistakes. 

If somebody has not made mistakes in life, I would have to give that
award to the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Perhaps the closest 
she has ever come to making a mistake was in marrying me, but that 
certainly was not my mistake at all. Marrying her was the best choice I 
have ever made in life. 

I suppose she does make mistakes, but she knows how to fix them before
anybody notices them. I wish I knew how she does that. 

Those who think they make no mistakes in life are just kidding
themselves and are not really living. 

I remember several years ago a mistake I made. I planned to fill up my
truck with gas for the week. It was clearly on empty. I should never 
have let it get that low, but I did. 

As I drove to the gas station, I thought of something I needed to pick
up at Publix, which was on the way. So I stopped, went in and bought 
the item I wanted and then went out to get in my truck and go get some 
gas. 

As I turned the key to start the engine, it did not start. I didn't know
what to do at the time. I tried my best to start it, but nothing I did 
managed to start it. 

Then, I looked at the fuel tank gauge and saw that it had passed empty,
and according to that, the truck was out of gas. 

That was a big mistake. That mistake brought me a terrible consequence. 

I sat in the truck for a few moments staring at my cell phone. I knew
what I had to do, but I didn't want to do it. In a few minutes, I tried 
to start it again, and I had the same result. 

Quietly sitting in the truck, I continued staring at my cell phone. I
had no option at the time. I had to do what I had to do. 

So, I called the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. 

“My dear,” I said as sweetly as possible, which is above my pay grade,
“could you get a can of gasoline and bring it to me? I'm over here at 
Publix.” 

I heard silence on the other end, and then I heard chuckling. 

“Are you telling me,” she said, trying not to chuckle, “that your truck
is out of gas?” 

Of course, she knew the answer to that question, but she used it to poke
me. 

“No,” I said sarcastically, “I just want to know if you can bring me a
can of gasoline to Publix.” 

I think she could feel the frustration in my voice. 

That certainly was another mistake added onto the first mistake. 

“Oh,” she said, “I might be able to get over there in about three
hours.” 

I did hear her chuckling over the phone. I pretended I did not hear her


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