“PRIDE COMETH BEFORE THE FALL”……zuki swallows his and then some

prideful-peopleGood Morning Disciples of Arrogance,

BE IT EVER SO HUMBLE – eating shit tastes like chicken

hum•ble (h¾m“b…l) adj. hum•bler, hum•blest. 1. Marked by meekness or modesty in behavior, attitude, or spirit; not arrogant or prideful. 2. Showing deferential or submissive respect: a humble apology. 3. Low in rank, quality, or station; unpretentious or lowly: a humble cottage. –hum•ble tr.v. hum•bled, hum•bling, hum•bles. 1. To curtail or destroy the pride of; humiliate. 2. To cause to be meek or modest in spirit. 3. To give a lower condition or station to; abase. See Synonyms at degrade. [Middle English, from Old French, from Latin humilis, low, lowly, from humus, ground. See dhghem- below.] –hum“ble•ness n. –hum“bler n. –hum“bly

“Our enemies are our evil deeds and their memories, our pride, our selfishness, our malice, our passions, which by conscience or by habit pursue us with a relentlessness past the power of figure to express.” George A. Smith

Several of my associates at ‘Curmudgeon Corner’ are in fact successful in their various endeavors and professions, speaking oft times with wit and humor demonstrating a certain level of intellect.  While intelligence is not always present, most times I find it entertaining and enjoy the interchange.  That aside, today’s epistle centers around the collective condescension toward the less fortunate pin cushions, tatted nitwits, or otherwise mentally diminished patrons nursing drinks at Blondie’s.

The Bible says “Pride cometh before the fall” describing those who would think to themselves, never me! While it’s important to continue with a self-image indicative of ‘man….I’ve got it together’, but it becomes increasingly difficult to hide the humility if one is not normally predisposed to meekness. We so typically attach our self-images to our work. Whether it be professional success or checking off goals accomplished, these things are how we keep score, thus keeping the old ego patched and fully inflated.

I met someone last week that made me feel better about my own sad existence. He told me a story of his rise to prominence in the field of engineering software. Evidently, he introduced a revolutionary package for the mining industry that would save companies millions in shipping their respective ‘mother lodes’ to market. He initially enjoyed great success. He moved his family to a nicer home, fast cars, trips, etc…and was feeling like the ‘King;’ incapable of stinky fecal matter. Sadly, and unbeknownst to him, another mining company had developed similar software, but had filed a patent several years earlier and sued for damages.

This man lost everything. His wife divorced him as she had become used to an opulent lifestyle and had been having an affair anyway. He alienated his two children, and sank into depression.  After 15 years he’s only now trying to pull himself up and back into life’s rich pageant. Given the fact I met him at Blondie’s, I suspect he’s going to have a rough time of it.

The moral, if this indeed qualifies as a morality play, is to be grateful for one’s achievements without being a pompous ass rubbing it in the noses to all that would listen.  To my associates at the corner try being humble; it’s far more difficult than you think.  Trust me “I know whereof I speak!”