A Story Which Reveals My True Humility

I have a Shakespeare anthology that I love because my mother used it in college and then, when I went to college, I used it as well. It has both of our notes in it and I love it because I love Shakespeare and I love my mother and it represents a passion that we both share. The other night I busted it out in acting class to find the monologue that a fellow thespian was about to perform on stage. However, just at the place where my fellow thespain began her monologue was a giant black hole in my book.

“What’s that?” asked my other fellow thespian who was reading over my shoulder.

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The point is this: few relationships will outlast Madres and Shakespeare.

Was that not a humbling story to tell?

Just for today, I can humble myself on the Internet.