First Date Disaster

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 not seriousley hurt but totally embarrassed.

We never dated again and I still have the scar on my arm reminding me:

“Pride goes before a destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall." (Proverbs 16:18)