An Apology, a Thank You, and a Smile

 


I was a rambunctious, mischievous young child—especially when left alone in the garage. That’s where I found the can of black paint. 


I had watched my dad open it with a screwdriver. So I did the same, all by myself. 


With brush in hand, I painted the porch posts as high as my five-year-old arm could reach. Then I painted the garage door. I was just heading towards the fireplace bricks when I got caught.


Most of my mischief was high energy. I ran through the house, knocked things over, spilled my milk across the dinner table, and sent houseplants tumbling as I threw balls inside. Everywhere I went, I left a trail of messes for someone to clean up.


Getting in trouble was routine. I was scolded, and yes, spanked—and sent to my room to sort out my little life.


I had lots of time alone in my room.


But when my punishment was over, I had to do three things: apologize, say thank you to Mom or Dad for cleaning up my mess, and then put on a nice smile.


Those early years were tough. But I’m glad I learned those lessons young.


As I begin 2026, I’m putting those three things into practice again—to apologize more quickly, to thank others more freely, and to remember that a smile is always worth putting on.


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