It’s always funny to me to come across someone’s blog and my blog name is in there. SOUNDS LIKE TOMATOES. It kind of sounds like an Indian name, doesn’t it? Can’t you just picture me walking through an Indian camp, a fellow Indian calls over, “Sounds Like Tomatoes, go help skin that buffalo.”
I’d seen the movie but I didn’t realize that it was based on a novel. I was intrigued. I love period films, books, history. So I went to the library and checked it out.
It’s a fantastic book. The movie and novel differ on several points. For one, the Indians in the movie are the Sioux and in the book they are Comanche. In the movie, the setting is in one of the Dakotas, in the book, somewhere near Texas. But the tone is still the same. I have to give Kevin Costner great big ups for doing a fantastic job making the movie so closely related to the novel. The endings differ too, but I won’t spoil it.
While reading, I was intrigued with this one sentence. Let me set it up a bit. Lt. John J. Dunbar is beginning to befriend the Comanches and the language barrier is bridged by one of the tribe members, Stands With A Fist, who actually is a white woman raised in the village. She is white, but she is Comanche. Anyways, she is experiencing a tug of war in that she is recently widowed yet has an attraction to Lt. John J. Dunbar, who they call Dances With Wolves. There is a scene where she is muddling through this problem of the attraction.
“These musings led her to the conclusion that Dances With Wolves was an honest person. Every human being finds certain characteristics above all others to cherish, and for Stands With A Fist it was honesty.”
I got to thinking, what characteristic above all others do I cherish? Honesty is great, sure. So is kindness, patience, courage. All of those are great. But I finally nailed down the one characteristic that I cherish above all others.
It’s not often you come across a truly humble person. We are a people of pride, of postulating, of pomp. We puff up. We put ourselves on parade.
(Editor’s note: I alliterate, because I can. It’s ok to be jealous of my talents.)
Ahem, I wonder why it’s so hard for us to show some humility?
I’ve come up with a recipe for humility. Ready?
1 cup of get over yourself
2 cups of stop elevating yourself
3 cups of elevating others
a dash of self deprecation
Ok, so it’s not going to be a recipe used on the Food Network. And it’s kind of cheesy. Ok, a whole lot cheesy. But the principle remains.
Humility, it’s a good thing.
(Editor’s note: Martha Stewart does not own the phrase “It’s a good thing”. Or maybe she does and I shall write my next post from prison.)