The Slip up of that, Thought

Call this, a RUDE AWAKENING, to NOT let your pride get in the way…translated…

I’d picked up floral arrangement for many years, using the tools became, second nature to me, and, I’d arranged the flowers clean and swift, everybody commended me for being very, experienced.

That day in class, as the lecturer demonstrated the new designs, I’d elegantly sort through the materials, picked up the sharp scissor, and, put the stems into the sponge one by one.  As I was about to complete my work, the lecturer stood at my station, admiring my, work, and nodded satisfactorily, “good use of the space, the material, the aesthetic is there too!”, the praises felt like a gentle breeze, I’d loosened up in my heart, and that feel of, “so easy, no big deal” that pride came over me, thought, this small feat is nothing.  And, in that moment of my, letting loose, the scissors clipped in my hand, and at the same time the stem of the flower was severed, it’d, pierced through my pinky too.  Suddenly, I’d felt that sharp pain take me over, blood overflowed out quickly, dyed my fingertip red, I was in shock.

And, I’m with a vascular condition, I’d taken the anticoagulants daily, the platelets don’t coagulate my blood fast enough.  That shocking crimson that dyed the tissues up, the classmate who was working next to me immediately called out for help with the teacher’s aide.  The blood finally stopped, the teacher’s aide was, dressing my injuries up, desensitized my wound, and, asked me, confused, “you’re already, very experienced, how did you cut your, finger?”, at the time, her inquiries so light, it’d hammered down on my, heart, and I’d felt so ashamed I wanted to, vanish right on the, spot.

Looking at the thick layers of gauze wrapped around my finger, the pain is still there, but the warning in my mind grew louder even.  At that moment, I’d finally realized, being called “experienced” is not the ultimate praise of a skill, but the biggest challenge to my own, patience.  Only by letting go of all the commends and pride, staying focused throughout, treating myself as a novice of the trade, will I then, have the guarantees of never having, another, slip up again.

And so, this is how PRIDE can get to you so very, fast, because you’re too proud of how you were able to arrange the flowers, you’d stopped paying attention to everything that you were doing, then, WHAM, you accidentally cut your own hand, and this IS a reminder, to always keep ourselves humble, no matter how experienced we become in life in any areas we are, pursuing, because if you don’t, then, this happens!  Fate has a way, to teach us these lessons we are in need of learning, and sometimes, a little bloodshed is, needed…