How to bounce back from a slip in discipline.
Daniel Thomas Hind
10:05pm. The doorbell rings.
Reflexively, I rise, nerves dulled. I don’t care to put on a shirt.
My cheeks are burning hot and sweat has gathered cold on my forehead, or it was already there.
I open the door and there stands the same Mexican delivery boy from an hour ago, 20 years old, holding a brown paper bag. I pretend not to acknowledge him.
This is no time to be upset. Chipotle has arrived! Dinner #2 for the night. I say nothing, my eyeballs puffy and hand the kid a $20 bill.