By Jenny Anderson - March 12, 2019
On a blustery March day five years ago, I locked arms with my mother and walked into a church in Maplewood, New Jersey to bury my brother. Bagpipes played “Amazing Grace.” I remember shivering and worrying: that my dad would slip, my mom would collapse, and that I would botch the eulogy.
Have you ever heard someone say that experience is the best teacher? Here’s another one. There are no mistakes, just lessons.
Well, we would like to take a slightly different tack. Experience isn’t the best teacher - someone else’s experience is. Learn from other peoples’ mistakes and you can save yourself a lot of grief.