
Humility, Taught By a Canoe Paddle
As we came back across the portage to get the next load of gear, I came up behind Tom who was standing with hands on his hips looking as one of our canoes was drifting about fifteen feet away along the shoreline. “Well, that sucks,” I, quite the wordsmith, said as I sidled up to Tom. “Yep,” replied the ever-chatty Tom. At this point the rest of the group came up behind us and there were a number of stifled laughs as they figured out what we were looking at, and one gasp, I heard to be wrought with shame,...