Worth the Risk

I was meeting with my manager this week. We have a monthly tag-up to catch up on what we are doing and what to look forward to. Somehow, the conversation went to ".... is there anything we know is wrong but can accept the risk of punishment to go ahead with it?" I have no idea how our conversation got to this point, but we were making small talk at that point, and official business had concluded. I said that, in my case, one instance always stands out, as clear as if it had happened yesterday. I was in first grade, and at the school, you could see the parking lot through the cafeteria windows. One day, I spotted a brand-new 1967 Mustang Fastback in the parking lot and really wanted a closer look, since I had never seen one in person. I decided the punishment of going out there was worth the risk. I walked out there and really looked the car over. It was not long before a teacher made me come back inside, and I ended up sitting in the principal's office. I do not recall what my punishment was, but I do recall that going outside was well worth it. Funny how today I am a Chevy guy, but that Mustang was gorgeous. I guess I was born a car guy.