As I've consistently said, all humans err. A critical part of public service is having the courage and humility to admit when you realize you've failed, and course correct. An inability of our leaders to do this is a huge part of why I believe America has so many challenges today.
Yesterday, I was doing an early morning phone-in radio interview for a station in Onslow County. The host of the show started the conversation by stating that there were 14 Republican Candidate for U.S. Senate in North Carolina. I corrected him stating that I believed that there were 13 candidates, and I did so with confidence.
Later in the morning, as I was looking through my photos from the whirlwind of last week for social media material, it hit me in the face - BAM. There was a picture from somewhere I'd been that showed FOURTEEN candidate names. GROAN. Immediately, I contacted the host to fact-check myself, and apologize to him and his listeners. He was gracious about it and I hope you all will be too.
The depth and breadth of expectation for a federal-level position is vast. Rising to the occasion every day, taking live interviews with no prep, talking about piles and piles of issues, and constant critics and harsh critiques - it's a lot. The expectations people have on candidates to perform are great, and they should be. This constant pressure to prove credibility and never ever be wrong or fail is something I think all candidates feel. This causes some candidates to back away from any public engagement that they cannot control, which means you never really get to know who they are.
So, this is for all the candidates who are putting themselves out there in the height of Primary season, and it's also for those really great potential candidates who thought about running but held back because of fear of failure. I make mistakes all the time. Some of them, I catch before you see. Others, I put out there and then have to retract. And yet others, are captured in record for perpetuity. In these moments, I try to remember that this campaign is part of my legacy. Someday, this will be an artifact that demonstrates to my children and their children who I was. I hope that if they see it, above all, it reflects truth.
Since I boo-booed, and I want to end things on a light note, it feels appropriate to post a very unflattering pic of me with a big old band-aid on my forehead. In November, I had an unexpected biopsy. My hair was a mess, and afterwards I had this eyesore to contend with for two weeks of pictures and public engagements!
Own your boo-boos. It's possible!