I have always had a desire for true humility. I don’t have it, and I’m not even sure what it looks like. But I think I found out the other day what it feels like.
I was playing the MarioKart video game with my four year old grandson. It’s a car race where you and the other player compete against ten computer-generated cars. Despite being such a little tot, my grandson is amazingly good at this game. On this occasion he finished first. Meanwhile I crashed a few times, and got really frustrated when other virtual drivers were hitting me with fireballs and bombs. I came in last, and threw down the remote control in disgust. “Take it easy grampa”, my four year old said. “It’s only a game.”
Now that was humbling.
That’s hilarious! You need to play more often. The best thing you can teach your grandchildren is patience. Nothing to do with the game, just a wise thing to do. It will be very valuable for them as they grow older. Less frustration and more empathy and compassion. There for the grace of God go I.
Guess I need to learn patience as well. Thanks Mary Jo.
Out of the mouths of babies. They will humble us.