The Tweet that Cost Millions

The following article, The Tweet that Cost Millions, was first published on The Black Sphere. We’re all flawed, stumbling our way through life and falling short of the incredible gifts God grants us daily. Yet, in our imperfections, there are moments that define us—snapshots of courage, integrity, and the unwavering pursuit of what’s right. Those moments shape the best parts of who we are. For me, one such moment happened when I was 12 years old, growing up in the Texas countryside. After my mother passed away, my grandparents raised me and instilled in me a deep respect for their authority—most of the time. But when principle was on the line, even at that age, I couldn’t let it slide. That summer, I worked tirelessly to buy brand-new fishing gear. I treasured it like gold. So, you can imagine my fury when I arrived home one day and saw my gear casually tossed in the back of my grandfather’s truck. He’d borrowed it without asking—a cardinal sin in my young mind. Without a second thought, I jumped out of the car before it even stopped, marched over to the truck, and started reclaiming my prized possessions. My protest was loud...