Go the Extra Mile

I feel terrible.
My youngest sister asked me (via a proxy) late last night to send her to school this morning. I barked back and asked her to "take the bus like everybody else".
I could give you the excuse that I was tired because I had spent the last few ours wrestling with code, or that I had to wake up really early in the morning, but in my heart I know that the only reason I have was that I had too little love within me.
I had expected her to wake me up this morning, but she never did. An empty bed. The thought of her going to the bus stop in the wee hours of the morning on a Saturday made my guilt weigh heavier than an off-season Shaquille O'Neal. I will apologise to her and ask if I can bring her to watch <a href="">Spirit</a> on Monday.
It is not to allay my guilt, but to start the work of showing more love – something which I haven't been doing as well as I should have.
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