Monday, April 16, 2012
Eating Humble Pie
There are times when life affirms us; there are times when we are reminded there is no hat big enough to wear on our ego.
Last week I had a gentle and made-me-laugh experience of the latter.
My wife and I had a few hours with two of our grandchildren and went to play in a park. They used their rich imaginations and turned a Jungle-Jim/monkey bars into, as they put it, a "rescue bus." The scenario they created was that Nana and Papa were in a horrible car wreck. (Aren't they beautiful kids?) Their mission was to rescue us and save our lives. Nana and I were moaning and groaning in life-threatening fashion. I made it clear that we could possibly die if they didn't get us to the ER asap. "Mary" responded by slapping a band-aid on my hand. Ok. I'm feeling relieved already.
"Mary" and younger brother "Chad" assisted us into the rescue bus and Mary hopped into the driver's seat. I was yelling, "Hurry! Hurry!" She took off and we were en-route to the hospital. Suddenly, she said, "Oops. We have to turn in here." I screamed, "What's going on?!? Why are you turning here?!?" She replied, " It's the Kentucky Fried Chicken drive-thru."
I know it's gotta be an agonizing decision--KFC or grandma and grandpa dying--but REALLY?
I am feeling much more humble lately. And I'm boycotting KFC.