There are countless decisions that I made in my life that I would like to have back. In 7th grade I left my bike unattended (or locked) outside a store; the time I jumped over the fence at the Acropolis in Athens, frustrated that it was closed to the public the day I was there; and the, well, the hair style I sported for most of high school.
The bike was stolen; I soon was looking down the barrel of a Greek policeman’s gun; and, well, it was a mullet.
I could go on, but that is not the point I am trying to make. I have never done the math, but I would hazard to guess that my bad decisions outweighed the good ones by at least 10-1. One of those good decisions, changed my life completely, and has affected my life pretty much every day since (and almost always in a good way).
Back when I was a sophomore in college, I decided to spend my junior year in Strasbourg, France. Due to that decision, I eventually met my wife, have traveled the world, and, hopefully, become a better citizen of the world. Another decision, made halfway through that junior year in Strasbourg, likely led to my lifelong love of wine.