Humility
HUMILITY
I love receiving compliments as much as the next artist!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Many of us have been told that we are: “The Best, the Greatest, an answer to prayer, etc. and etc.” But, while we can appreciate the phrases being cast our way, we must be careful always as not to be unduly swayed by them. I have learned from experience. Check this one out.
I was 17 ½ years old when I began my professional baseball career. That was many years ago. I was a pretty good pitcher. Maybe not quite as good as I thought that I was!
Everyone I met knew that I was a professional baseball pitcher. How? Was it the way I walked, the way I held my arm, or what? The simple answer is: I told them so.
Anyway, I am sure my dad was a bit concerned over the lack of humility being projected by his second son.
Once in a September I had two weeks after the baseball season before commencing my college studies at Moorhead State College in Minnesota.
One day my father came into our farmhouse living room and said, “I found a job for you for these next two weeks.
“Fine,” I said. I knew could use a little extra spending money to replenish my two-jean wardrobe with the purchase of another pair of blue jeans and some sweaters.
I was told that the job would be at the local turkey plant. My assignment consisted of being one of the workers who had a hanging turkey delivered to him by a track in the ceiling. The dead turkeys had just been run through a plucking machine, and now in a hot, steamy, stinky, wet room, several of us (the others were all middle aged ladies between the ages of 34 to 41. Well they were middle aged to me!) stood in big sloppy rubber boots and commenced pulling off the remaining wet feathers.
I recall one hot afternoon session, when all of a sudden, from behind me, I heard the words, “Boy, if your teammates could see you now!” It was dad with a belly laugh to match his cutting words.
It was good for me to become more humble. I will never forget the two weeks spent at the turkey plant. I learned to appreciate the ladies. And now after 50 + years I can finally stomach a turkey, as long as I don’t have to pick the feathers first.
Be humble
I love receiving compliments as much as the next artist!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Many of us have been told that we are: “The Best, the Greatest, an answer to prayer, etc. and etc.” But, while we can appreciate the phrases being cast our way, we must be careful always as not to be unduly swayed by them. I have learned from experience. Check this one out.
I was 17 ½ years old when I began my professional baseball career. That was many years ago. I was a pretty good pitcher. Maybe not quite as good as I thought that I was!
Everyone I met knew that I was a professional baseball pitcher. How? Was it the way I walked, the way I held my arm, or what? The simple answer is: I told them so.
Anyway, I am sure my dad was a bit concerned over the lack of humility being projected by his second son.
Once in a September I had two weeks after the baseball season before commencing my college studies at Moorhead State College in Minnesota.
One day my father came into our farmhouse living room and said, “I found a job for you for these next two weeks.
“Fine,” I said. I knew could use a little extra spending money to replenish my two-jean wardrobe with the purchase of another pair of blue jeans and some sweaters.
I was told that the job would be at the local turkey plant. My assignment consisted of being one of the workers who had a hanging turkey delivered to him by a track in the ceiling. The dead turkeys had just been run through a plucking machine, and now in a hot, steamy, stinky, wet room, several of us (the others were all middle aged ladies between the ages of 34 to 41. Well they were middle aged to me!) stood in big sloppy rubber boots and commenced pulling off the remaining wet feathers.
I recall one hot afternoon session, when all of a sudden, from behind me, I heard the words, “Boy, if your teammates could see you now!” It was dad with a belly laugh to match his cutting words.
It was good for me to become more humble. I will never forget the two weeks spent at the turkey plant. I learned to appreciate the ladies. And now after 50 + years I can finally stomach a turkey, as long as I don’t have to pick the feathers first.
Be humble
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