Once upon a time there was an old man on the brink of death. As he lay in bed, it was clear to a friend sitting nearby that something was troubling him. Finally, the old man broke the silence. “When I was a boy,” he said, “I used to play in a field near the intersection. There, at the intersection stood an old signpost. One day I twisted it so that its arrows directed travelers down the wrong road. As I lie here now, I wonder how many people I misdirected by that action – and by other wrong actions in my life.”

Source | Originally heard during a conference.  Here I retell it as I remember it.


What actions in our lives are, perhaps, a source of misdirection to others?