Looking through that window, I realized, I had made the wrong choice. I should be on my cruise ship, not looking out a window at one. I should be drinking a Bahama Mama, and not listening to a sales pitch. This is what happens when an offer comes to you. It turned out okay in the end, but this was not the start to this vacation that I expected.
I realized I’d been burned.
Looking around for an investment, the son of a friend was working for this great firm. The fund managers were doing well. Everyone was doing well. It was a boom economy. Everything seemed to be moving comfortably along, for a couple of years. We found out the investment was bogus. It was a scam. People with more money, and a lot more financial knowledge than us lost big. I had to start over.
I realized I’d been burned.
Bought a house, at the top of the housing bubble, and the bubble burst. The banks got a bailout. I got no bailout. I was sitting with an asset that was less more than I owed. Hubby’s job was a casualty of the financial crisis. We had to move. Ruined my credit getting rid of that house.
I realized I’d been burned.
Took a pan out of the oven, and got the plates to serve dinner. The pan handle was sticking out. I took my hand and grabbed the handle to move it back.
I realized I’d been burned.
Sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose. No permanent harm. Just momentary inconvenience. Sometimes you have to cut your loses. Sometimes you have to start over. Sometimes you just need time to heal. Hopefully, you learn a lesson and move on, better prepared the next time you have a decision to make.
April's Perspective 