Just who do you think you are?
It’s a question that was usually asked in anger, almost disbelief when I did something wrong as a kid.
Maybe I talked back to my parents (BIG MISTAKE)!
Maybe I talked back to my teachers (BIG MISTAKE–they were friends with my parents)!
Maybe I threw bubble gum out of the balcony at Church and it hit Peggy Young in the back of the head and stuck in her long hair (before they knew how to take it out with Peanut Butter) and she had to get a hair cut and Mr. Young called the house on a Sunday afternoon that quickly became BLACK SUNDAY before there ever was a Black Sunday.
Maybe it’a been asked of you?
Maybe it needs to be!