“Robert, you’re an asshole.”

I’ve been called an Asshole more times than I can remember. My best friends will tell you I am one, and they will then follow it up with a compliment.

Why am I an Asshole? My parents taught me not to lie. I tell people things they do not like to hear, and at times I am wrong.

“I was wrong once, when I was mistaken, but I was incorrect.”

I have no problem saying I was wrong , or, I am sorry. I also have no problem knowing that roughly 16% of people have an IQ below 85….meaning that roughly one in six people I encounter are stupid.

I was taught very early on to apologize when I was wrong, and I am very comfortable doing so on the rare occasions when I am incorrect. We all screw up and make mistakes, regularly…just admit the error, genuinely mean your apology, and move forward in life. This is a foundation of my mother’s Irish/Italian family….passionate, bull headed, brass, aggressive, and loving.

My WONDERFUL parents and family taught me to be loving, be confident, be forgiving, be kind, be respectful, be humble, be courageous, be all the good things in life that we should. Some lessons stuck better than others…..and some lessons I am still learning…such as “Watch what you say!”