humility

I'm a big fan of microwave popcorn.  Not the yellow stuff that tastes like plastic.  I mean the homemade goodness that you scoop out of a bag, into a paper bag and pop in your oven.  That's good stuff right there and I've been told that I make it well.  Tonight, however, I burned the popcorn.  Not lightly either.  We're talking about the smelly, oh-why-didn't-I-push-the-STOP-button, I-hope-I-didn't-start-a-fire burnt.  

I need a sherpa.   A sherpa is the person who gets paid to guide hopeful climbers up Mt.

     "If you don't hand me the keys, I'm going to pull the trigger!"
     "The jury has determined that you are guilty of all charges."
     "Sir, we could not find your child."
    
     Those have to be some of the very worst statements ever uttered.  Here's a worse one I read today: "I adjure you by the living God, tell us if you are the Christ, the Son of God."