This Sports Illustrated article is worth reading.
“Now a guy in his early 20s edged to the front of the crowd. “If you could do it all over again,” said the inmate, his eyes meeting Vick’s, “what’s the one thing you’d do different?” The answer was stunning. “Nothing,” Vick said. “I mean, make some better choices. But I needed time to change. Everything happens for a reason.”
Nothing? Vick would clarify his thoughts on the 94-mile bus ride back to Tampa. He’d come on the trip with his adviser, Tony Dungy, and volunteers from Abe Brown Ministries, the prison-ministry group with which Dungy has worked for the past 15 years. “As crazy as this sounds,” Vick would say as the bus rolled past endless orange groves, “if I was standing outside a prison two years ago with what I know now, and you gave me the choice of going in and changing my life or staying out and continuing to live the life I was living, I’d go in. I’d change some things. The dogs, obviously. And maybe six months, not 17. But I needed to change. God gave me a timeout.”
Now, I’m wondering if I need a “timeout”.