Each time I've gotten up, dusted myself off and faced the music, I've become stronger for it. I think I've gained respect of those I've humbled myself to and learned some valuable lesson from it. The thing to remember when you are in free fall is this; We all fall down sometimes. That is a hard truth to see when you're hitting the ground in a thud.
Non-the-less, it is true. I think the shame comes in trying to cover it up. Trust me when I say trying, because what I have learned above all else, is that you're not fooling anyone but yourself. Funny thing is there are more people out there rooting for you, very few reveling in your down fall.
I can only speak for myself, but I know that when someone around me falls, I am the first one there to lend a helping hand, a shoulder to cry on. This is true because of how many times I've fallen. I know the pain, the humiliation and the hopelessness that comes out of it. I am certainly the last one in line to judge.
That said, I also know the miracles born out of getting up again. The joy of one more day to grow and learn and be. If I had never fallen, I might be happy. I know I would not carry the joy, compassion and character that have been born through righting myself. From allowing others to help me when I could not help myself.
Thank God for His grace and mercy, they are new every morning and so am I!