I smiled when my son told me I wasn’t welcome for Christmas, got in my car, and drove home. Two days later, my phone showed eighteen missed calls. That’s when I knew something had gone terribly wrong.

When my son told me I wasn’t welcome in his home for Christmas, I didn’t argue. I didn’t raise my voice. I smiled, got into my truck, and made a single phone call.

By the time the new year arrived, their mortgage payments no longer existed.

Some wrongs demand balance.
Some arrogance needs …