Thoughts on Humility, Self-pity, and Pride
(originally shared at Emptied for Holy District on 09/26/2020)
Nov 1995. It’s a cold, dark morning in Montreal around 5:55 am. I’m 20 years old, on my way to work, slowly making my way out the subway station. I’m barely awake and all I’m thinking about is that after 15 more minutes on a bus, I’m going to have some time to grab coffee before clocking in at 6:30. I’m almost at the top of the steps, when a woman unexpectedly rushes past me at, pushes open the heavy exit door, and then lets it fly back in my face. Major pet peeve! For a split second, she turns around and I see the look of alarm in her face which is framed in a blue chiffon headscarf. (more…)