Don’t be so humble—you’re not that great.
As we sped along the fresh asphalt south of In Salah, I wondered whether Jean-Luc’s brush with death had changed him. I hoped he had been humbled by the experience. After all, I’d been right all along. He should have taken his medicine.
Jean-Luc downshifted as we approached some heavy equipment blocking the highway. An Algerian soldier waved us around the trucks and bulldozers. Jean-Luc muttered a disparaging comment about the Algerian engineers, because they appeared to be repairing a road that wasn’t more than six months old. All of a sudden, he pounded the dashboard with his fist and shouted, “Merde!”
I looked up and saw the cause of his outburst. ...