Speaking of golf, when I’m with my buds on the golf course and we tee off on the first hole, a “Mulligan” is frequently offered for an errant tee shot. We call it a “breakfast ball.” It’s a do-over. Even if we’re playing for a few coins, it’s “hit another – nobody saw that first one.”
Wouldn’t it be nice if in life we had do-overs? Mulligans? For errant words or deeds? We do in a way though the granting of a do-over often lies in the province of the recipient of the errant words or deeds. It’s called “forgiveness.” I’m sure we all have things we’d like to do over. Words. Deeds. And we’re all grateful for the granting of forgiveness (or lack of ill consequence). I’m sorry . . . . It’s okay. No worries.
But today, the poison of political correctness can sink careers. Free speech is being crushed. Do overs? For the wrong word? Forget it. Accusations are often enough to destroy a life.
I’ve said some dumb things and done some even dumber ones that I’d like to call back. But in the words of the great poet Omar Khayyam:
“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”
Our futures lie within our own hands. The “moving finger” business is probably a good reason to think twice before we act — or speak. And knowing of our own fallibility – and frailty – a reason to consider the granting of Mulligans to others.