To eat humble pie, in common usage, is to apologize and face humiliation for a serious error.Derivation:
The expression derives from umble pie, which was a pie filled with liver, heart and other offal, especially of cow but often deer. These parts were known as umbles, and since they were considered inferior food, in medieval times the pie was often served to lower-class people.
Although "umbles" and the modern word "humble" are etymologically unrelated, each word has appeared both with and without the initial "h" after the Middle Ages until the 19th century. The similarity of the two words was probably a significant factor in the evolution of "eat humble pie" as an idiom.
From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humble_pie
Ok, so what did I do, you ask? I did the unforgettable. I rubbed up against a parked car with mine (which was moving). As if that wasn't enough, it was right outside the copy business owned by one of my co-teachers. Within seconds, literally, there were people (that came from out of no where) checking out the damage.
One of the first things someone said to me (after I tried to locate the owner of the parked car) was, "That was a really responsible thing to do. Most people would have just driven off as fast as they could." And she is right. Here, you run first, and don't look back.
After standing there for a while, still a bit stunned, I gathered my wits about me and remembered to call Ken. He came out and negotiated with the owner of the newly cracked tail light and cracked bumper (it happened to be plastic, just like ours). While I was still standing there trying to look inconspicuous, someone picked up a piece of something off the ground and handed it to me. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "This is from my car." Guess I forgot to asses the extent of the damage that I made to my vehicle. Not that it mattered, really.
Afterwards, I stopped to think about what the girl had said about running from the sight of the accident and the implications that it might have had. Who would have seen me? Well, for starters one co-worker, a friend who works for him, a church member who works for him, a student (the one in 4th grade who's name I can't remember) who showed up on the sidewalk, the parent of another ALPHA student who has a store on the other corner, the lady who said she recognized me from times before, another lady from a neighboring church, etc. What a wretched testimony that would have made.
Take responsibility. It is something I am trying to teach my kids and my students. Guess I had a chance to practice it in a little bit bigger way today.
What? You want to see a picture of the car? Now, that is asking a little too much don't you think?










Vacation 2006: I don't get the credit for this one. Cristina, the one in the blue shirt in the previous picture, took this while Ken and I were off looking for an internet café.













