I remember when my ungratefulness was brought to the forefront. I played a character in a Christmas play that was an ungrateful teenager.
I did not know this character was a true depiction of me, until the day we performed the play on Christmas Day. My godmother is the person who wrote the play and had a plan to teach me a lesson.
The last scene of the play had the children sitting around the Christmas tree opening gifts. We had practiced this scene many times, but for some reason, my godmother had me opening a box that happened to be her gift to me.
Even though I played an ungrateful teen in the play, I was very ungrateful in real life. I did not realize how ungrateful I was until I opened the box.
I did not know there was anything in the box, because I had rehearsed the scene many times, but on Christmas Day, I opened a box. I could not pretend that the box was empty, because it was a real gift for me. Continue reading