When I was 17, I was driving recklessly and crashed into an oncoming car.
I found out that I broke the other driver’s spine, and she’ll never walk again.

I carried that burden with me everywhere, and felt so horrible about it for so many years that at age 35 I decided to find this woman to apologize.
I found her name and address, went to her house, knocked on the door, and a middle-aged woman answered.
As soon as I said, “I’m the teenager that hit your car eighteen years ago and broke your spine”, I started sobbing – a big ugly cry, surfacing years of regret.
She was so sweet, and hugged me saying, “Oh sweetie, sweetie! Don’t worry. I’m fine