I was feeling pretty self-righteous. Someone had just informed me that he was breaking a contract he had signed. It made me angry, because it was going to embarrass me with other people involved in the deal.
Even worse — from my point of view — is that it was going to cost me thousands of dollars. I had worked to bring about this agreement and now one of the parties was walking away from what he had firmly agreed to do.
“Why would someone agree to do something and then suddenly announce he wasn’t going to keep his word?” I complained to myself.
For a few hours, I burned with self-righteous anger. I was a victim. This other person was terrible. I would never do something like this.
And then it hit me. I really would do something like this. In fact, I had already done something far worse about 15 years ago. I was forced to confront my ridiculous double-standards.
I was being a hypocrite. Again.

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