No, the worst, most awful, regretful day was in my first year as a Special Education Teacher.
I had no proper training as an Elementary School Educator, but I did have a Bachelors degree and was willing to learn on the job so the District gave me one.
That job involved over 40 children a day, aged seven to twelve. A veritable sample menu of Special Needs-- from wheelchair bound to ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) to BAK (Bad Ass Kid). The job mostly consisted of acronyms but I really wanted to teach those kids. I saw their potential and would cry at my desk in frustration because I couldn't reach all of them (*I was single, I had torn my ACL and was still living with my parents--the stress induced, cortisol driven, carb binges were all I had as comfort).
Needless to say, none of that was an excuse for what I said that day.
I was being mentored by my Principal and Assistant Principal in a meeting with them both. They realized that I had been placed in a difficult position and wanted to offer me support and direction. I became overwhelmed, felt criticized and incompetent, and I protested loudly " Look, I just don't know what I'm doing wrong. It's not like any of them are retarded!"
The word just hung around us for a few seconds until one of them moved the conversation on, mercifully.
A few weeks later at the School Fair the Assistant Principal and I ran into each other by the ring toss. She was with her daughter- a twelve year old girl with Down Syndrome. I don't know if she registered the shame on my face but with grace and compassion she smiled and introduced me.
I'm sure if you have had any day to day job for long enough you have had one, too. I bet Hillary Clinton has one. I bet it's "Benghazi!!" --as we have come to call whatever that day in Libya actually might have involved (like facts, different perspectives, other people's poor decisions) but for our purposes here we'll put it all on Hillary, just like Republicans.
So I bet that day is one she regrets; ruminates over at night when she can't sleep. The one you so wish you could get a do over for. Shit went wrong that day, no doubt. It was an awful day. Maybe her worst.
After I had my terrible day I went on to become a better teacher. I became Special Needs Program Coordinator and got a Masters Degree in Counselor Education. Sure, I've had ridiculously terrible days since; I've been fired, I've been angry and resentful, I've said things or sent emails that I regret, but nothing comes close to my most awful day.
The point is it didn't define me. It didn't inform the rest of my career. I was wrong and yet, because of it, I now choose my words with more sensitivity to others because I learned from my mistake.
I'm aware that my experience does not compare to the loss of life and destruction that was incurred that day in Benghazi. However, many of those who despise Secretary Clinton also favor Jesus as a personal hero. So I wonder-- when does she deserve forgiveness?
Listen, I'm an asshole, too, but none of us should be defined by our worst day if we actually learned from the failure. Even Politicians can try to become better people, right?