26. Pride v. Conceit
Tigger asked me if I had to rebuild when I got sober. “You
haven’t heard my mantra?” I asked, laughing.
“It’s my story in a couple of sentences. The last time I had a drink I made an illegal
left at 3:00 a.m. and hit a county sheriff. I was $35,000 in debt, I’d just
gotten kicked out of my Ph.D. program, and my divorce was a month from being
final. I was living in apartment with no furniture, just me and a blind cat.”
“What bricks did you find in the rubble?” Tigger
asked.
“The first brick I found was pride. I had enough pride
to know I deserved better. I had enough pride
to know I could make my life better. But,
I learned not to pride myself on being further along in my recovery than someone
struggling to rebuild his life. Feeling
superior wasn’t pride I was told, but conceit. Conceit made for a poor
foundation for rebuilding.
Today I will
build on pride, not conceit.
Writing My New Story © 2015 by Ken Montrose
(Just a
reminder: Writing My New Story is a
work of fiction. Any resemblance to
anyone you might know is purely coincidental.)
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