If I had eaten a million and 2 apples, and each was more golden delicious than the last, I’d love apples.
When I chomp down on the one-millionth and third and choke on a mouthful of rot, maggots and worms, our love affair may be changed from then on. Fear, manifesting as hesitancy is now in the equation.
Does it matter that the chance of getting another rotten fruit is less than 1 in a million? Generally not, and like an invasive bamboo stand, fear will appear in other areas of my life. That one bad apple may have me looking at all fruit through a haze of judgment, distrust and rejection.
Have you experienced that one bad apple?