Humility Is a Big Gulp

Remember when having $5 in your pocket made you feel rich? No? Well, I do. When I was a kid, we was po. Don't get me wrong, I never wanted for anything, but every Christmas when my Grandma Joyce sent each of us kids a Christmas card with a crisp new $5 bill inside, I thought I had hit the jackpot. I waited for that $5 every year, so I could put it toward buying presents for my parents and brother and sister. Giving gifts has always been a great source of joy for me.

Today, I flashed back to those days when I pulled the money out of my pocket and counted it: $45.00 (two twenties and five singles). A far cry from scrounging together two quarters and two pennies so I could jump on my sister's yellow-flowered bicycle (with a banana seat) and ride to 7-Eleven to buy a 32oz. Big Gulp.

Sometimes, I feel like I live in a vacuum. Maybe it's me getting older, maybe it's sometimes taking for granted what it is that is my life. But it's the moments where pulling $5 out of my pocket makes me remember where I came from, and reminds me that humility is something we should all be reminded of.