Archive — Humility
14 Nov
Sunday Morning Shoes
Sunday morning. Alarm clock rings. I swing my arm down upon the snooze button; a momentary lapse in noise, a momentary lapse in judgment. A few minutes of restless quiet envelope my sleepy frame before reality smacks me in the face. It is Sunday morning. It is SUNDAY morning! I am going to be late for church!
5 Sep
Now That I Have Your Attention…
I loathe airplanes. This in no way stems from a “fear of flying” or any other such thing, but rather to the inevitable massacre of my “personal bubble.” Without fail, I end up sitting in row 153, middle seat, between Buddha and Santa Claus (who might as well pay half of my seat ticket). Last summer, staring a nine-hour return flight from England in the face, I vowed to have an enjoyable and relaxing trip … but then my sister Carrie plopped down beside me.
29 Aug
The Stealth Child
My destination loomed tall and cold. I gazed up at it, pinpointing its every defect. The goal: climb to the summit unaided, find out what was really concealed up there, and make it down unnoticed with my information. Stealthily I climbed, basking in my sneakiness and what I was about to uncover. Alas, when I completed my goal of cresting the refrigerator and discovering its contents up top, I failed in actually getting back down. It was only when my mom remembered she hadn’t seen me for awhile that I was found and eventually rescued.
22 Aug
Too Late for Swimming Lessons?
My father once posed a troubling question, “Daniel, think it’s time to get a part-time job?”
Shrugging lazily I responded, “I think I’ll just skip the menial work and head straight to upper management.”
However, a previous childhood experience should have reminded me how unlikely that would be.
20 Aug
Behind Door Number One
I am a task-driven person. My brother and cousin are much different. They represent the attitude of “It will get done eventually, so why worry about it now?” When we recently took a forty hour road trip, conflict was inevitable.
31 Jul
AB…D? Please Don’t Fire Me
When you’re like me, lazy and terminally useless, there are few things in life as humbling as filling out a job application:
Name: Daniel R. Blackaby
Previous Work Experience: Every journey starts with a first small step…
Talents/abilities: N/A
18 Jul
Why Perform for Others?
This summer I decided to tryout for my high school football team. On the first day of practice as we walked down to the practice field, it seemed like all of us were sizing up the competition. There are guys that are six foot five, guys who can run fast and others who have so much endurance they can run five miles and still not be tired.
9 Jul
Thinking About Me
Lately, I’ve been thinking about myself. That may sound narcissistic; but come now, we all do it.
8 Jul
An Unpleasant Reunion
August 31, 2007. The day I look forward to all summer: the last day of my summer job. While driving home, I suddenly realized that in my haste I had neglected to pick up my insulated lunch bag from the refrigerator. The thought of going back to get it briefly occurred to me, but I dismissed the idea and continued on my way. I assumed I would never see that bag again. I was wrong.
5 Jun
The Time I Almost Got Away With It…
Early on in school I developed an important philosophy. It goes as follows: School is not about how hard you work, it’s about how hard your teacher THINKS you worked. Yeah, just call me Aristotle. I spent years (and several detentions) perfecting this talent of mine. By the time seventh grade rolled around I was masterful. The amount of hours worked in comparison to the grades was something to be admired. I soon learned however, that even a great theory such as mine is not fail-proof.
Sitting at my desk daydreaming, I didn’t even notice my teacher start lecturing. One word violently dragged me back into reality, “Ok, let’s start PRESENTATIONS…”
