Enough About You, let's to get me! How many times have you heard that tune playing in your own head? Up ahead, the first and is recognized to be strongly encouraged in our society. We place more emphasis on humiliation than humility, because we are thinking is better than staying in. Just watch a few minutes of reality show, and you will see how easily people volunteer for public humiliation for fifteen minutes of fame trading. Oh ... poor bachelorette who is that individual rose and the boat!
Between my first and second book, I had a hard time emotionally, physically and financially. I had recognized nationally for my work (Oprah is not asking!), My husband was between a career and a back injury prevented me from writing. One day I was caught in a traffic jam on the way to an appointment in San Francisco. I sit increasingly frustrated, as my mind started playing all my problems. At the time I'm in the> The city, I was depressed about my career and my life. I thought of poor little me.
As I drove through the city, I saw the familiar sight of beggars at every intersection. Most of them were men, some sitting on boxes, some with signs asking for money. One after another, I went without giving them anything. It was a mantra I grew up with in New York on the homeless, which goes something like this: "Do notto give a beggar on the streets. They will only buy alcohol or drug influence with the money. "
When I at the end of a long series of intersections, I stopped at a red light and noticed a young woman a few meters in front of me begging on the corner. She would have no more than eighteen years old, with long shaggy dirty blonde hair, a delicate chiseled face and piercing blue eyes. I could see the outline of her ribs visible through their torn clothes do not match that hung from her emaciatedBody. Her bony arms around a cardboard sign, said that: "Please help packaged. I need money and food."
The driver in front of me gave her a soda can, and I saw a smile as she tried to thank him, as though she could hardly move his face muscles, the skin on command. I quickly started to search my purse, do not change, hoping the light would, and lead the drivers start honking behind me. I proposed a $ 5.00 bill and handed it to her gently, smiled andwished her a good day. She said thanks and continued to approach the car behind me. I immediately wanted it more, but traffic was drawn, and I was on my way. Return via the same intersection later that day I looked for them. She was gone. She was one of thousands of women who live on the streets, some with their children. That day was certainly a reminder for me that life was about much more than just myself and my own little problems.
If weHumility think we think about the charity and altruism of someone like Mother Teresa. A woman who lives for the poorest of the poor, missionary houses opened all over the world, and not once to win the Nobel Peace Prize praised! But humility are two sides. For me, the homeless woman on the street corner was filled with humility. She sought the light in others, without realizing it was actually their own light they are attracted to her. It was a modestGoddess.
5 Ways to Eat Humble Pie:
• know that as soon as you think you are humble, you're not.
• Make live the life of another, less fortunate than you.
• Allow others to shine and be happy for their success.
• opening, so that others credit when they deserve it
• Spend more time listening to what others have to say than to speak about himself.
Excerpt from the book: The Goddess of Happiness, A Down-to-Earth Guide for HeavenlyBalance and Bliss
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