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Tales of Childhood Mistakes

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Lions Eating in Savannah

Yesterday when I read about respect in Ed Gerety’s book Combinations I immediately thought of 5th grade. I even wrote out the story a few times and debated posting it. I debated posting it because I am not proud of what I did as a 5th grader. As you will read below those days affected me deeply. Today I read about kindness and realized that the combination of kindness was also appropriate to the story. In fact, had I the courage to be kinder then maybe things would have been nicer for all involved.

Had we but shown some kindness.

There are many ways that you can disrespect yourself because you disrespected someone else. Ed tells a tale of something hurtful he did in 4th grade. For me, it was 5th grade. I went to a small tight knit catholic school where the students had been together since kindergarten. But in 5th grade two new students joined our class. Right away these kids had strikes against them. They were new and they were different sorts of kids, in our eyes at least.

The boy was odd and he said some of the strangest things. He just didn’t quite fit in, in our eyes. If you asked me why he stood out or was different, I wouldn’t be able to tell you today. We picked on him a lot. I picked on him too because I finally had someone to pick on and I wasn’t being picked on when he was. Was this right, of course not. Could I have befriended this kid, probably. Should I have done that instead of been mean, absolutely. Was I afraid of being picked on more, yes.

The other student was a girl and she really didn’t do anything except be herself. Unfortunately for her she looked funny. And kids are cruel. If you have a big nose you get the nickname honker or something like that. Kids can find you biggest foibles and rip you apart based on them. She had a long neck, giant glasses and a smallish head. She would occasionally let out a whooping crane like cough that she couldn’t control. Each of those differences just served to fuel the fire of childhood bullying.

Because we didn’t get to know these kids who were different they were singled out and picked on. Because we saw them as different they were not treated with respect or kindness. Because I didn’t have the respect in myself I didn’t stand up for them but went along with the teasing.

Consequences of unkindness

One day we came to school to find that they were both gone, they both left school. Jokes were made that they left together and got married because their were both so weird. We were cruel, kids can be that way. I’ll never forget what my 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Burke did that day. She let us have it! For all our self satisfaction at emotionally torturing two kids to the point where they left school wasn’t something to joke about, it was something to be ashamed of.

Those two kids will always remember that terrible part of their lives and it was because of us and our actions. We had the choice to be welcoming and kind and respectful but we chose to be mean and prejudiced because these kids were different, in our eyes. We made the choice to be mean and so we should be ashamed of our actions. These kids did nothing to deserve the torment and we all had a role in it. Of all my teachers from grade school I will never forget Mrs. Burke for teaching us an important lesson about respect and kindness. I carried that with me for many years.

So when I was faced with decisions later in life as to whether to tease someone or not I remembered what we did in 5th grade. More than once or twice I’ve wanted to go back and shake my 5th grade self and tell him that he was stronger than that and could have done something to be more kind. To let my 5th grade self know that I was a leader and I’d better start showing it.

You have a choice every day to make a difference with your actions.

It is no secret that life in America and worldwide is getting tougher and tougher. Massive layoffs, scams, murders, the list goes on. Each day I read about something more horrific than the next. People are becoming so depressed and desperate that the littlest thing sets off catastrophic events. Can we turn this around with kindness? I think so.

An unkind word can stay with you and infect you like a cancer. It fouls your mood and in turn that foul mood feeds those around you. It begins to fuel foulness around you. But, the same can be said for a kind word or gesture. You have the power in every word you speak and action you perform to either energize someone with your kindness or make them sink deeper into a foul mood. A put-down is just that you are actually putting someone down below you and deeper into a dark place. Stop the put-downs and pick people up instead. It can be as simple as saying hello to the front desk clerk as you walk by, but this time actually turn, look at the person and smile. Let the smile reach your eyes. Really mean the hello, the good morning.

How can we be more kind as bloggers?

Stop the negativity, don’t buy into or propagate the gossip. Just be above it all and end the cycle.

Call to Action

Take a moment to visit 3-5 random blogs this week. Take a look around the place and perform an act of kindness. Give the owner a genuine compliment on the work that they do on their blog. Actually read their posts and add a relevant comment on how well the post was written. Search the archives tweet, stumble, share one of their old posts that you really like. Spend some time on those blogs and find out what that blogger is about. Blog about that blogger for no other reason than to be kind. If you want to tell them fine, if not fine. Just do something kind for another blogger for no other reason than it makes their day better.

Who knows, you might make a friend, you might inspire that person to spread the kindness to other bloggers. Your actions might just be the pick me up that that person needed that day.

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Respect yourself, Not Just a Song

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My Football Career

Combination #4 from Ed Gerety‘s book Combinations is Respect. This may be one of the hardest chapters to read because each one of us in our lives has had moments when we did not respect ourselves and or others and those are the moments that come back to you at night. They wake you up in a cold sweat and make you wonder how things would be different had you made the decision that was respectful to yourself and others.

However, there are other times when you stood up to what was wrong and you did have respect for yourself, those moments are ones you can look back on with pride and satisfaction.

You may have noticed the photo above. That was me in my year of football in High School. That was not a training exercise, well not in the strictest sense that it was training me to be a better football player but more so in training me to be a better person.

Some backstory and rambling.

I joined our football team my senior year of High School. I had never played before but friends, and a former bully encouraged me to play. I was not a good player in terms of skill or ability. I’d be crazy to think that I could get on the team and be some sort of all star after never having played in my life. The best play I ever made was in practice when I went the wrong way and tackled the guy with the ball, completely on accident.

What I was good at however, was motivating my teammates. I made it my job to be up and excited through every single game. Cheering them on and yelling and screaming encouragement. I was also on “scrub” D during practices. I remember one time when I didn’t give it my all on a play and one of the captains grabbed me got in my face. He told me that if I didn’t give my best on every play and challenge him he would knock me down flat every chance he got. I was never to dog it or take it easy on him either. I was to make things difficult for him on every play. If he wasn’t challenged in practice he wouldn’t perform well in the game. That moment resonates with me to this day. Even though I never played in a single varsity game for any length of time whatsoever I was a part of the team and what I did in practice and on the sidelines mattered.

One of those things that mattered was getting the water for the guys on the field. It was the water that made the difference. Getting water was the role for the sophomores on the team because they were younger and new to the team, they hadn’t proven themselves yet. I was a senior and seniors were the tops dogs, they had cheerleaders who would make them spirit bags, decorate their lockers and wear their jersey numbers on game day. Getting the water was not the job for a senior.

I didn’t quite see it that way. On game days and during practice I would be right there with the sophomores getting water making sure that the 1st stringers had what they needed. One of the other seniors, a guy who had no respect for himself or anyone else, knocked the water out of my hands once and told me that I was a senior and that wasn’t something a senior should do. This guy was big, slow and not that bright and he figured that because he attained certain grade in high school that he didn’t have to work to help the team. He also tried to knock me down all the time for no reason other than to assert that he was bigger and stronger. He was a bully. He gave me a concussion deliberately and he made me want to quit the team. I didn’t. He did. I continued to get the water for the team.

A line that stands out in Ed’s book is “An important part of the combination of respect is to lead by example. It is not what we say but what we do.”

The reason that I was a senior getting water with the sophomores and cheering my teammates on as hard as I did was to show them all respect. I respected my coaches by working as hard as I could. I respected my teammates by challenging, motivating and serving them. I respected myself by sticking out something I had never done before and doing the best I could.

Respect Yourself.

Having respect for yourself means making the hard choices to do the right thing and sticking by those choices through the consequences. Here are some questions to ponder. Please leave your thoughts in the comments.

Do we respect for ourselves as bloggers?

And what I mean by this is are we willing to do the hard work to get the job done? Are we dogging it in our content? Do we challenge our friends and do we serve each other? Do we find people who will challenge us and respect us? Are we using our influence to help others make decisions that are beneficial for them or for us? Can it be both?

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Do we disrespect ourselves as bloggers?

Do we try and post ourselves up by tearing others down? Do we take the easy way out and go for the quick buck that compromises our values? Do we propagate negativity when someone else succeeds or do we celebrate them for a job well done?