I’m walking down the street, and I see a dog sprint across. And it goes back to the house. And soon back across again before running back again to the house. Probably, someone is yelling at it to come back each time.

But the next time it runs out, it nearly collides with a moving car.

The people yell at the dog for being a “bad dog”. They tell it to go in the house, and it goes right in.

The dog wasn’t bad, the people were. I think deep down the people know that. But in the midst of adrenaline, fear, and a near miss, they moved to blame.

I think many of us do that, and then feel guilty about it later but might never even admit the guilt to ourselves.

We are not perfect, but we can learn from our mistakes if we let ourselves.