Self Taught Humility

After reacting with vigor to conditions in Louisiana following Hurricane Katrina, and campaigning strenuously in 2008 against the leadership in Washington responsible at the time, the trail of paper exclamations and exhortations grew spiritually troublesome. Evidence of overreacting could be found hither and yon. Assaults on the former administration's performance and the character of its people floated on hollow waves of empty celebration. Making up for that could not take place without personal sacrifice. Simply destroying the exuberant verbal reconnaisances and attacks did not meet the criteria of sacrifice demanded by the all seeing mirror that shows personal flaws from every conceivable angle.

To truly make amends I felt an overwhelming urge to pay tribute to former President G. W. Bush by following in his footsteps, at least in spirit. So I cheered. I cast off the chains of obstinence, foolhardy self-importance, and crushed that opulence founded in a house of cards. I cheered. The living world may never know the crushing defeat I lived through one morning as a failed cheerleader, for I will likely never find the words to convey the depth of the humbling experience. Repentant and at peace with myself at last, following the cheering incident, I gathered the remains of my tattered ego and curled into a fetal position. Thus began the healing process, and this confession brings it to a sound and mighty culmination. All is well once more. The great spirit stick in the sky has been appeased, for now.