Pride

I have always known myself to be a proud man. Pride has driven me in many ways to improve myself. To improve my art. To Improve the world of those I love. I never spent much time contemplating Pride as a Sin. I have considered it a virtue and a spur to keep me going. I have considered it a crutch when I needed to do better, I considered it at times a virtue and one of the things that helped me pick myself up out of the mud.

My foot has taught me that I am proudful. Pride is a sin regardless of faith or lack there of. If you let it prevent you from accepting or requesting help then you sin against yourself, against your god if you believe in such, and you sin against your fellow man.

I have come to know I am proudful by being rendered helpless. I can not walk with out aid e it man or device. I can no care for my land even to the extent of mowing the grass. Today My Neighbor came and offered to mow for me. I had no clue what to say. Even when trees fell upon my house I was on the roof chain saw in hand directing traffic. I was master of my keep and knight of my hearth. I was not in need of help till now.

I should ask for help more often, I should not require self to endure with out aid. I should more often accept my brothers hand.

It is my foot that brings my low and I hope to learn this lesson in humility.

In the end I have gone to my neighbor and offered my thanks. It was hard for me and that is my sin. I should rejoice in my neighbor's sacrifice of his time on my behalf.

I am unaccustomed to needing aid, even more so asking for it. If I have offended friend or family in my pride, know that I am truly sorry. I am trying to make myself a better Man