I Was Wrong..!..!

“I’m sorry, I was wrong!”
How very difficult to say these words!
It is accurately said that it is easy to be an angel when nobody makes you angry, but there are enough people who will make you angry. We’re told that 19th Century German statesman Prince Otto von Bismarck once became so angry at the criticism of a professor, that he challenged him to a duel. Protocol had it that the one challenged was to have the choice of weapons.
The professor made his choice…sausages! He sent word to Bismarck, along with a pair of sausages, that one sausage was safe to eat. The other had been poisoned with trichinae, which would cause a slow and lingering death, or at least long invalidism. He informed the prince that he should choose which sausage to eat and said he would eat the other one. Bismarck sent the message back, “I have destroyed the sausages and ask that you be my guest at dinner this evening. After due consideration I feel I may have been slightly in error. I believe an agreement can be reached.”
When others argue with us, we always have a choice. We can meet them on the dueling field, where one will clearly win and the other will lose, or we can meet them half way and see where we could be wrong.
A funny story is told about General George Patton from his World War II days. He once accepted an invitation to dine at a press camp in Africa. Wine was served in canteen cups but, obviously thinking he was served coffee, Patton poured cream into his cup. As he stirred in sugar, Patton’s aide warned him that his cup contained red wine and not coffee.
I’m sure you’ve all seen the movie, ‘Patton’! Now if you remember, General Patton could never, never be wrong. Without hesitating he replied, “I know. I like my wine this way.” And he drank it!
Can you imagine how terrible the concoction must have tasted?
I have related both these stories because ever so often I see something of myself, and perhaps most of us, here. It is difficult to admit mistakes. It is hard to admit when we are wrong.
Three of life’s most difficult words to say are, “I was wrong.” But they are also three of the most powerful words we can utter. “I was wrong” breaks down barriers between people. It brings estranged people together. And it creates a climate where intimacy and love may flourish. You may be surprised at how positively many people respond to the words, “I’m sorry, I was wrong”!
Naturally, it is a risk. But to admit when you are wrong is not to confess that you are a “bad” per¬son, simply an honest one, and true friends will appreciate you for it.
It takes guts but try it..!


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4 thoughts on “I Was Wrong..!..!”

  1. I am getting good at it.. It’s very liberating. When you are a Christian, confession is a way of life, especially in Prayer. It means, being genuine. Very good article, thought provoking and brings introspection.

  2. With the magical words ” I was wrong” we can build many estranged relationships. It needs to begin at home and then it’s effects spread to the school and society. It’ll finally pave way for world peace. Thought provoking story Bob!

  3. Admitting we are wrong is a sign of humility and an acceptance of being human hence not perfect. That helps develop a growth mindset and learn from our mistakes. As simple as it sounds it’s difficult to do as we’re conditioned to portraying perfection always, which is in the long run unhealthy.

  4. I remember my English Literature lecturer, Miss Ramaswamy, born in UK, had an English mom and Indian dad. She once had marked an answer wrong, but marked it right again, gave me marks and wrote, ‘I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m wrong’. I greatly respected her after that.We loved her

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