Dad was, by his own account, a selfish, proud, even conceited young man in his early days. It took years for God to "empty him of himself" '. This story is a big step along the way, a simple moment in life that stuck with him forever.
One day great grandma moody had enough of his conceit and complaining. (they often go together) so she took dad out back and sat him on the bench. Then she got a bucket full of water and sat it down next to him.
"ok herbie. Hold up your thumb"
He did
"your thumb represents you. This bucket of water represents the world. Now, stick you thumb in the water and see what happens to the world"
As he did, there were a few ripples. They floated back and forth but soon grew still again
"that's the difference you make in the world while you are in it. A few ripples here and there, some space taken up, and that's it. Now pull your thumb out"
He did again ripples, but soon the water went back to stillness as before he touched it.
"that's the world after you leave. You make a few ripples, then it's like you were never here"
And with that she walked away leaving him staring at the bucket of still water, a little less big on himself.
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