Scar on my Arm

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.I was humiliated. 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)