It’s a good thing I’m not allergic to humble pie, cause I got served up an extra big helping of it last week.
In the very first sentence of my story entitled “A Divine Christmas Tradition,” which was included in the “Chicken Soup for the Soul, The Gift of Christmas” book, there’s a typo. My ego insists upon calling it a typo, and not a flat-out error.
I wrote the anecdote last June, and read it through many times. Several of my friends also read it. And I’m sure that many more editors and layout people laid eyes on it at Chicken Soup. And yet— And yet, it’s a tribute to the fact that we’re all human.
The best thing to do, in a case like this, is laugh. Which I did, just as soon as I recovered from the shock. I’m not perfect! Imagine that!