Humility
It is never too late to learn humility. Yesterday my Rosemary and I went to the monthly meeting of the Vancouver Rose Society. We were asked to bring some blooms (a rare request at this time of the year and with the rain). We did.
But I thought of doing something special. I cut four blooms and first scanned them. Then I was instructed by Rosemary to put them into a vase and into the refrigerator so that they would keep for the 7:30 meeting.
I thought it would be nice to donate a print of the scan and place it by the vase with our flowers. At the meeting they have door prizes. You buy tickets for a nominal sum of 2 or 3 dollars each. My print was competing with a ceramic flower pot, a bottle of rose water and some florist 6 inch potted roses.
I watched as people, when their number was announced, went to retrieve their prizes. My print was the last prize on the table and, I would believe, that the winner reluctantly picked it up as there was nothing else.
