Never curse a fall. The ground is where humility lives.
during my freshman year of high school, i got voted to be on the homecoming court. that was cool until i heard that one of the more popular girls started crying because she didn’t get it. i figured standing on a float, waving to strangers, and looking pretty wasn’t really my thing. i felt bad for her so i gave it up to her. she then turned around and spread the rumor that “it was just a miscount” and that pretty much sums up high school for me.