Each time I make progress at being humble, something comes along to inflate my self-opinion.
Yesterday I visited a gaming store with my rollicking children, and fell into a conversation with a nice young clerk named Dave. Shamelessly, I tried to interest him in my wife's book PROSPERO LOST, but with true matronly modesty, the wife insisted I tell the youth my name, and that I also wrote books. I wrote her name and book info on a napkin for him, and also added my name. He stared at it a moment...
Published on January 04, 2010 19:26