Well, I happen to be one. I have a sneaking suspicion that we all are.
Anyhow, I first discovered my mulish tendencies at the tender age of 5 or 6. Being so young you needn’t care about anything in the world, let alone know your character and what you stand for.
I grew up in an orphanage, as some of you may know. My dad was and still is the priest who runs the home. One fine Saturday morning, he had wanted all of us at home to learn a new worship song called “Abba Father”. He scribbled the words of the song onto the blackboard we had hanging in the living room. Everyone had to copy down the words and later we would learn to sing it.
Anyhow, I first discovered my mulish tendencies at the tender age of 5 or 6. Being so young you needn’t care about anything in the world, let alone know your character and what you stand for.
I grew up in an orphanage, as some of you may know. My dad was and still is the priest who runs the home. One fine Saturday morning, he had wanted all of us at home to learn a new worship song called “Abba Father”. He scribbled the words of the song onto the blackboard we had hanging in the living room. Everyone had to copy down the words and later we would learn to sing it.
While everyone else whipped up their thick, big exercise books to copy the song, I took out my cute little blue memopad. I clicked my ‘mechanic’ pencil, and laid on my tummy to begin the task.
At that time, my vision wasn’t all 20/20 and it would later be discovered at age 7 that I need corrective lenses. The song “Abba Father” had the word ‘kingdom’ in its lyrics and as I was copying I couldn’t make out the word properly because of my deteriorating vision.
Susan, an older girl, wanted to help me out with spelling ‘kingdom’ but I clearly remember not wanting any help. I tried spelling it as ‘kindom’. She told me it wasn’t the correct spelling. Then I tried ‘kengdom’. Still not correct. Up till the last minute I refused any offer of help.
It was at this moment the 5-year-old me realized she had a stubborn streak in her.
At that time, my vision wasn’t all 20/20 and it would later be discovered at age 7 that I need corrective lenses. The song “Abba Father” had the word ‘kingdom’ in its lyrics and as I was copying I couldn’t make out the word properly because of my deteriorating vision.
Susan, an older girl, wanted to help me out with spelling ‘kingdom’ but I clearly remember not wanting any help. I tried spelling it as ‘kindom’. She told me it wasn’t the correct spelling. Then I tried ‘kengdom’. Still not correct. Up till the last minute I refused any offer of help.
It was at this moment the 5-year-old me realized she had a stubborn streak in her.
She still does.
