I had an interesting conversation with a friend the other day. He’s an uncommonly gifted singer. Even among great singers, he stands out. He can’t help it. He’s just awesome.
Not wanting to be perceived as having a big ego or trying to outshine anyone, he said he sometimes dumbs himself down in order to fit in with the average ability in the room. And when you give him a compliment, he likely won’t receive your words. They’ll come back to you like a boomerang, as if he’s ordinary, and somehow YOU are the amazing one.
One of my favorite Easter memories is the year I decided The Easter Bunny wasn’t real. Mind you, the year before, I was utterly convinced I’d seen him hopping away from our house on his way to our neighbors. But that was last year – I was so young and naive then. I was much more mature now, and with age came wisdom. You couldn’t fool me.
I accidentally learned one of the most valuable lessons of my life one regular day when I was fifteen.
My dad had just gotten back from the bank, and was removing the cash he’d withdrawn from an envelope. As he counted out five one hundred dollar bills, I jokingly snatched one away and took off. He said, “Boy, you better get back over here with my money.” I returned, but held out the bill just beyond his reach. He looked at me and knowingly smirked as he reached out to take it.
Of course, I jerked my hand away. “Finders keepers,” I told him. “It’s mine now.”