There’s a good and bad way to be humbled. A bad humbling could be as follows:
You run your mouth on twitter about Lebron James. More specifically, you unleash a tweet flurry about taking Lebron to the hole, raining threes on him, and swatting his shots into the upper deck. The next day, Lebron shows up on your doorstep, the one on one game happens and Lebron serves you a nasty plate of humble pie.
The good type of humbling happened to me yesterday.
Yesterday was shit. Everything that could possibly go wrong at my job went wrong. Mistakes were made, tempers flared, I left pissed off and in no mood for errands. But alas, errands needed ran.
First stop was for grout. After walking to the wrong end of a gigantic store, I finally found the grout. It took two calls to my wife to find out the right color. Mission accomplished.
As much as I dreaded it, my next stop was Wal-Mart (at the beginning of the month.) If you’ve never been in a Wal-Mart at the beginning of the month, please do. It makes for a wonderful social experiment.
So there I was, pissed off and staring down the barrel of an adventure into Wal-Mart madness. I entered the store wired hot.
Within the first few minutes, I spotted a man without legs. He was standing there in line on two prosthetic blades. He was wearing the t-shirt of a military unit. His hair was cropped in a manner that screams Marines. Being the smart guy that I am, I deduced that he was a wounded veteran. I walked away thankful for my legs. That was the humble pie appetizer.
Not long after seeing the veteran, there was a woman pushing a toddler in a stroller type contraption. The contraption was strange; it had nets on both sides and a small gate at the front. As I got closer, I realized that there was something wrong with the little girl in the stroller. She had down syndrome or something of the sort. She looked happy riding in the contraption. She smiled and waved at me as I passed. I waved back. There went the main course— all in one bite.
Instantly I forgot about the shit storm from work. I thought about the happy little girl and my own family. I even splurged on a nice six pack of one of my favorite microbrew beers.
Life is good and sometimes humble pie tastes great.