August 10
It was a first date. I knew she was impressed as we unloaded
the picnic basket and spread things out. The concert started and I got out the
bottle of wine and real wine glasses. I
even brought a corkscrew. I was feeling proud of myself.
I knelt and held the bottle with one hand and the corkscrew
with the other. As I was cutting through the paper that covers the cork I
slipped and the jagged corkscrew sliced up my arm. I bled profusely. We never
dated again and I still have the scar.
“Pride goes before a destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall." (Proverbs 16:18)
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