A Lesson in Humility

 

I felt the rage of anger burn in me, like a hot flame devouring a dried twig. Why was I so enraged by the words of a friend?  I sat with my legs crossed, one swinging on top of the other. My back straight with indignity. My brows raised, half-listening as my friend tried to explain her position on the issue we both felt so strongly.   She said I was wrong! How dare her? What did she know of the situation except what I had told her? I was waiting for her to finish talking ...