I have a regular walk around the Charles river that I complete a few times each week. At one point, there is a small wooden bridge to cross as the river bends and splits off into a pond.

In the pond, in summer, float lily pads and pure white lotus blossoms. It feels sacred there, and I always pause to reflect on the beauty and the wonder of the floating lotus. I also bemoan the trash that is inevitably floating alongside in the pond. I have gotten angry and self-righteous many times as I played out the movie in my mind of careless passerby tossing their trash without a thought into the pond.

One day, I decided that I would take a picture of the lotus. I imagined putting it on Facebook with a few carefully chosen lines, hoping to inspire and uplift and also hoping for attention, “likes” and praise.

It was challenging to get a good shot. I wrestled with the angle, and had to move around quite a bit. I also had to avoid the trash. Just as I was about to take a shot, I heard a splash. Someone had thrown a water bottle into the pond. I stood up, angry and incredulous, and whirled around to catch the culprit.

It was the wind. It was my bottle. My ugly, plastic, single-use, Poland Springs bottle was floating among the lotus, with no way to reach it or remove it.

That incident was like medicine. I received abundant lessons from it about ego, judgment, self-righteousness, blame, and shame.

Where in life do you need to find your humility?