Yesterday we did a video shoot in the studio.
Our studio houses a large collection of vintage cars and motorcycles. When we work, we sometimes get our equipment close to the perimeter of the cars.
Yesterday, a stand was close to a Ferrari Testarossa and it fell over after standing for an hour or two without anyone near it.
There’s some damage to the vehicle, and I had a hell of a day sulking in fear, regret, shame, embarrassment, anger, and — did I say — fear?
I made sure to call the owner directly to deliver the bad news. Which he appreciated. But it doesn’t change anything. It happened. And the consequences are my responsibility.
Life is what it is. And it’s these moments that test the hell out of a person.