When being humble means everything

There was a woman who was sitting high on her game — a good paying job, her own apartment, two handsome, little boys, a brand new car, and a debonair King by her side. Ms. Petite (the name I’m giving her for this post) had accomplished all of this by twenty-five years old.

This woman, with piercing brown eyes, felt she had everything and dared anyone to take it away. After all, Ms. Petite believed in hard work equate sacrifices, even if it meant working long hours from her kids. Her primary goal: to be Supervisor, hoping to reach the covenant glory of General Manager.

You couldn’t tell Ms. Petite anything. The road she’d taken had to been the right one; no one handed her positions, she earned every penny and recognition.

Yet one thing eluded from Ms. Petite — aside from the designer clothes, hair weaves, and fancy nails — was the simple characteristic in order to succeed, humility.

Funny how when someone thinks so much of  themselves, that their “I’m all that and a bag of chips” implodes before their very eyes. And in Ms. Petite’s case, all she worked for crumbled into tiny, embarrassing pieces.

She lost her job and apartment, and barely kept the car note current. And as for her King, he went his way and she went hers — never to rekindle their romance again.

So, what does success has to do with humility?


While Ms. Petite life drastically changed from better to bad, she’d been handed a golden opportunity to see the world from a different perspective — and it wasn’t from another job. Rather, this opportunity had come from rock-bottom, a place where you have no choice but to view your surroundings in a different light.

You can have it all and still live in darkness. As inflated as Ms Petite ego was, humility forced her into the light despite relying on government assistance to feed her family, or stretching one dollar and fifteen cent as an artform, and respecting those she’d once frowned on.

Humility is this tiny word with vast possibilities — you learn who you are and the innate capabilities you were meant to use prior to your earthly existence. Ms. Petite discovered more about herself while struggling and broke than she did living above her means.

And what did she learn? Two things: self-confidence and self-intelligence.


It’s amazing when fallen to obscurity how humility can show valuable lessons about life. A person can live blinded by ego-centrism by never recognizing their true potential. Click To Tweet

For Ms. Petite, living under the government’s poverty guidelines, had wakened her vivid imagination into storytelling abilities. Since a child, she knew she wanted to be a writer, but uncertain of what to write, let alone where to begin.

But this thing again called “humility” opened her eyes to the inspiration that had been with her emotionally, spiritually, and environmentally by using them all to create poems, short stories, and several manuscripts.


Realizing writing was a healing process, as well, she became socially conscious and enrolled at a local community college to major in Paralegal Studies. Although it was far from creative writing, Ms. Petite understood the power of knowledge and self-awareness could do good for others.

Now by this time, a couple of decades had past, and yet her bank account hadn’t inflated to where it once was. Ms. Petite still struggled financially, and on occasion, suffered a few strokes of bad luck.

But this now-author, with an already published book, handled adversity in a way she couldn’t in her twenties. When trouble would come, she’d run to look for someone, anyone to bail her out. And now, adversities are mere life lessons. Those lessons, however, turned into life skills, and once Ms. Petite acknowledged her problem-solving skills, it become something she’d never thought she could be — a leader.

Before I go further, I guess some of you have now wondered “Ms. Petite” is actually the person writing this post — me, Imani Wisdom. Those opaque years living in hardship indeed revamped my thought process. I see life as a series of opportunities instead just arduous tasks.

Where I’ve been had brought me to where I am today. I am an author and publisher, founded a platform for creative minds, and college-educated. I may not be swimming in cash, but I’m not starving, and I can pay my bills.

As for that job I lost? After twenty years, I got a second-chance. I’m back with new goals other than micromanaging others while being micromanaged. I prefer balancing my night job and my creative job; it keeps me humbled and to stay connected  with people with their own stories to tell — a source of inspiration.

And that ladies and gentlemen is how eating a slice of “humble pie”, very slow for twenty years, made redemption a lot sweeter….and more appreciative, too.