Good morning! “It’s beautiful to be beautiful, but it’s more beautiful to be humble.” Imagine Audrey Hepburn responding to a compliment, “You’re breathtaking!” with, “Nah, just above average…”
Can you get more unassuming (modest) than that?
Yesterday, I appreciated a pretty girl for her looks, “You are very pretty” and this is what she had to say, “I know I am”. Mind you, she was not being playful, (good humoured) her deadpan (straight, serious) expression spoke about the seriousness with which she believed in her beauty. Needless, to say that I was impressed with the unabashed (bold) way in which the girl spoke, while her beau, adoringly, clutched on to her hand… Poor fellow!
I wonder why wise people have said that humility (modesty) adds to beauty, like no ornament can and in the long run, it is the humble who excel. Perhaps, it was their experience that made them say so…
But then can you wake up a peacock strutting in its sleep?
Various dictionaries define ‘humility’ as: Humility (adjectival form: humble) is the quality of being modest,
reverential (respectful), even obsequiously (courteously) submissive, and never being arrogant, contemptuous (disapproving), rude or even self-aggrandising (conceited). Humility, in various interpretations, is widely seen as a virtue in many religious and philosophical traditions, being connected with notions of transcendent unity with the universe or the divine, and of egolessness.
And, of course, like most English words ‘humility’ comes from the Latin word ‘humilitas’, which means ‘humble’.
It’s been a while since I’ve told you any story. So here is a story on ‘humility that I came across.
Runa had parked her car in front of the mall and was wiping it. She had just come from the car wash and was waiting for her husband to get out of work.
A man came by; he looked like a hobo (beggar). From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times that you just don’t want to be bothered. This was one of those “don’t want to be bothered times.”
“I hope he doesn’t ask me for any money,” Ruma thought. He didn’t. He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn’t look like he could have enough money to even ride the bus.
After a few minutes he spoke. “That’s a very pretty car,” he said.
Ruma said, “Thanks,” and continued wiping off her car. He sat there quietly as she worked. The expected plea (request) for money never came.
As the silence between the two widened Ruma’s heart said, “Ask him if he needs any help.” She was sure he would say “yes”.
“Do you need any help?” She asked.
He answered in three simple but profound (weighty, intense) words that Ruma shall never forget.
“Don’t we all?” he said.
Ruma was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a hobo in the street, until those three words hit her like a twelve gauge shotgun.
Don’t we all?
With this, I close my class for today.