Humility

I've just been to the funeral of a neighbour. In the nineteen years that I spent living on the same road, I knew he was a 'rare bird' but I had no idea just how rare. His wife Ann was an expert at 'socialising' we shared an interest in theatre, and I was honoured when she sent her son over so that I could read a script he'd written, which was genius in its delivery but someone else had beaten him to it, in terms of genre and theme. I knew there was a military background and some interesting stories, but it was late in the day when I surmised that this kind, intelligent, articulate man was a Major General with an MBE and a CBE to his name. He was a humble man. I wonder if anyone reading this will realise the profundity of calling someone 'humble' in this day and age. It is a rare quality, it means that a person can separate themselves from their 'ego'. It doesn't mean that they are weak, or sycophantic or fawning. It means they are strong and confident in who they are and what they stand for, and that they lead by example. My neighbour was such a man.