What lesson did you learn at someone, or something, else's expense, to your enduring regret?
I remember catching the coolest little baby catfish while playing in the creek behind my house when I was about seven years old. I brought it home in a little container full of the muddy creek water, and thought I was doing it a great favor by transferring it into a clean glass bowl with some nice, clean tap water—where it promptly died.
Mama Shakes gently explained to me, while I sniffled and wiped away tears from my cheeks, that you can't just take a fish used to one type of water and put it another all sudden like that; you have to switch the water a little at a time, so it has a chance to adapt to its new environment.
I felt terrible about that little fish. I still do.
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