Another Day At School- 3 ( May 7, 2009 )
PERIOD 5, DAY 6, May 7, 2009
Then there was this meeting with one of my high school young lad in class. We sat under the lemon tree in front of the chapel. It's weird how this day is SO tree based!
This is one of those rare times when I choose to talk instead of listen because this is one of those times when listening can harm (hardly happens). Let me explain, when the person talking is hooked in negativity about oneself, this is when talking adds nothing but more negative self-talking, whining and wallowing in one's despair. It's old age practice to dig up the past, dwell and analyse it. It's just passe.
"Listen to my story that you might understand where I come from". I would normally not talk like this, but I replied " everyone has a sad storyand I can only imgaine the worst, but that doesn't make you any different from any one of us." We all have our stories, we can be abused in the deepest of levels but at the end of the day, it's how you perceive it and deal with it that will make a difference.
Wallowing on it ONLY empowers it. I saw the shock in his face but I am hoping that by now he realizes, that I have always been there, in my own way. I told him to choose, if he will choose to flush himself in the toilet, I wil honor and respect that. Hoping he makes it next lifetime as he ruts in the straightjacket of his choicethis time. BUT if he chooses to get out of this, as he chose to get into this, he better realize that's it's not going to be an easy feat. It will require commitment, dedication, resilience and unfailing faith in himself. I will help only once he makes that decision, and I'm not going to take the challenge lightly either. My expectations will be high and will not be babysitting his ego.
I am crossing my fingers, that my faith in the human spirit prevails.
Then there was this meeting with one of my high school young lad in class. We sat under the lemon tree in front of the chapel. It's weird how this day is SO tree based!
This is one of those rare times when I choose to talk instead of listen because this is one of those times when listening can harm (hardly happens). Let me explain, when the person talking is hooked in negativity about oneself, this is when talking adds nothing but more negative self-talking, whining and wallowing in one's despair. It's old age practice to dig up the past, dwell and analyse it. It's just passe.
"Listen to my story that you might understand where I come from". I would normally not talk like this, but I replied " everyone has a sad storyand I can only imgaine the worst, but that doesn't make you any different from any one of us." We all have our stories, we can be abused in the deepest of levels but at the end of the day, it's how you perceive it and deal with it that will make a difference.
Wallowing on it ONLY empowers it. I saw the shock in his face but I am hoping that by now he realizes, that I have always been there, in my own way. I told him to choose, if he will choose to flush himself in the toilet, I wil honor and respect that. Hoping he makes it next lifetime as he ruts in the straightjacket of his choicethis time. BUT if he chooses to get out of this, as he chose to get into this, he better realize that's it's not going to be an easy feat. It will require commitment, dedication, resilience and unfailing faith in himself. I will help only once he makes that decision, and I'm not going to take the challenge lightly either. My expectations will be high and will not be babysitting his ego.
I am crossing my fingers, that my faith in the human spirit prevails.
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