Picking On Him
On a hike or in camp we reveal our true selves most. Did you ever know a Scout who thought people were always picking on him?
I recall a boy who pitched his tent carelessly and it blew down on him in the middle of the night. He tried hard to blame it on someone else but finally had to admit to himself, "Well, I guess it was my own fault. "
Another time he burned a steak. "It was the fire's fault," he insisted until the other fellows laughed at him and showed him how the same bed of coals could help turn out a well-cooked steak.
Things usually happen to us because we set the stage for them. Actually, people are too busy to spend their time picking on us.
When something goes wrong, the first place to look for the cause is within ourselves.