Developing a Better You

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The Best (Financially) Free Gift You Can Give This Year

I hate being called out. 

When someone challenges or questions my behavior, my immediate reaction is usually to get angry, defensive, and hurt. To deny the critique or blame someone else. But in my better moments, I pause, take a deep breath, and try to see if there’s any truth to it. Often there is. My best personal growth has come from those painful, awkward truth bombs (you can read a personal example here).

I’m about to give a critique. I do so hesitantly, with a deep awareness of my own failings and privilege. I sincerely hope and pray that I don’t mess this up or offend anyone unnecessarily. If I do, I ask your forgiveness. Know that it comes from a place of truly trying to serve the greater good, whether I’m successful or not.

Part of the American psyche is a deep sense of individualism. Of personal rights and freedoms. It helps make our country strong, and I’m a proponent of that. But that individualism only works when balanced with an abiding sense of community, of shared responsibility, of caring for one another, of being willing to sacrifice personally for the good of the whole. That side of the American social equation seems to have withered lately, to our detriment and our shame.

I want to speak to the people not following the COVID-19 safety guidelines. I know you’re tired of coronavirus restrictions. Of wearing masks, social distancing, and avoiding group gatherings. I’m totally with you there. We all are. But realize that your decision to ignore these measures doesn’t just affect you. It affects the people you love most. It affects anyone who comes in contact with you. It affects me.

I haven’t seen my elderly parents in over a year. I understand that’s my personal decision, born out of a desire to keep them safe. But I also haven’t been able to see my twenty-four year old daughter in that same time period because she works in Canada. That country has rightly closed its border to Americans because we’ve done such a horrible job collectively in dealing with coronavirus.

While not seeing her has been difficult, I’m not asking anyone ignoring the safety recommendations to think about me. I’m asking you to think about the exhausted, desperate health care workers who are begging you to honor the guidelines. They aren’t making a politically motivated plea. They’re imploring you to reconsider your choices so you don’t show up on their doorstep asking for their help after you ignored their cries for your help.

These selfless workers have spent the last nine months going through an emotional meat grinder. They are burned out and pushed to their limits from endless weeks of holding the hands of people dying alone from this disease. Their sacrifice deserves to be honored by every one of us, not just with our thanks but with our behavior.

There is a large contingent of people in this country and around the world who still don’t believe that coronavirus is all that serious. That it’s an overblown, left-wing conspiracy. You may be one of them. In response, let me say that I honestly don’t care what your politics are. I have friends and family whom I love and respect all across the political spectrum. My pushback is this – while we are all entitled to our own opinions, we are not entitled to our own facts.

Covid is real. Covid is deadly. The most reliable studies, data, and expert opinions show that masks and social distancing significantly help reduce transmission. If you don’t believe those things, I wish you could speak to my dear friend whom I said a final goodbye to over FaceTime in the hospital because we didn’t know if he’d survive the next few days. I wish you could talk with my other friend who is, nine months later, still dealing with the after effects of spending three weeks on a ventilator. I wish you could sit down with one of the 274,000 families in America who are grieving their dead.

This disease does not affect us all equally. I recognize that I write this from a place of extreme privilege. I live in a nice place with my wife whom I adore. I don’t have to homeschool children, and I’m able to work from home. Many people live in an unhealthy, crowded household, facing gut-wrenching demands that I can’t even imagine. If you’re one of them, my heart goes out to you. The mental, emotional, and financial impact of restrictions and isolation are very real and need to be factored into the equation of our personal response to this unprecedented time.

That said, I personally know too many people who are not in a dire situation who continue to flout the guidelines. Who have either never tried or who have given up. To them, I implore you to reconsider. For the sake of those you love. For everyone around you. For the health care workers. Save yourself the gut-wrenching pain of this disease or the crushing guilt of passing it on to a loved one.

If you do choose to not follow the safety guidelines, I would ask you one favor. Before you post pictures on social media of your crowded, mask-less, indoor holiday gatherings, take a moment to pause. Think of how those images will make health care workers feel. Consider how that post will hit those who are sacrificing their own time with family and friends for the greater good.

Vaccines are coming. The finish line is in sight. I know it’s so hard to keep going, but hold on. Don’t stumble now. Wear your mask. Socially distance. Safeguard yourself and your loved ones for all the holidays to come. Press pause on the big family gathering this year. If you do, you’ll give an incredible gift to everyone this holiday season, and you’ll take another step toward Becoming Yourself.

Giving Thanks

My good friend and fellow blogger Susan Stocker recently wrote such a compelling perspective on Thanksgiving that I decided to share it. I hope her words expand your view of the holiday and helps you take another step toward Becoming Yourself (you can subscribe to Susan’s wonderful blog here).

Can you believe we are fortunate enough to live in a country which sets aside a special day for THANKSGIVING??? Maybe that is the first thing for which we might be thankful! Of the 195 countries on this earth, only 17 have a celebrated Thanksgiving.

In 1621, fifty-three Pilgrims entertained ninety indigenous people who had helped them adapt to a new world, plant crops, learn to fish for strange and different fish, grind meal, make unusual crops eatable, build dwellings, hunt wildlife and, put simply, survive. For three days this assembly celebrated, feasted and learned from each other although everything about them was different, from language to customs to which fork to use for which course — just kidding about the forks! 

Next year our Thanksgiving will be the four hundredth such celebration. 

We might suppose this holiday has lasted because it’s built around food and eating ourselves into a coma. (Actually, I think that might be a modern addition to the original intent.) We might also assume that the giving of thanks was to God. That does not seem to be strictly true, either. These Pilgrims were English separatists who were breaking away from the church. Nonetheless, while they were surely thanking God, they also felt a need to thank the native peoples who had helped them live long enough for a celebration.

I think they were giving thanks to the American Indians who, instead of killing them, had welcomed these strange foreigners although earlier groups of Pilgrims, who had returned to Europe, had apparently kidnapped some of the “Indians” and taken them along back to England as slaves. Despite that, the inhabitants of the land — Native Americans never believed in such a concept as “owning” land — shared not only the land but their knowledge of how to live in harmony with the land.

That’s my understanding of how this whole gratitude day got started — gratuitously. The Native peoples asked nothing in return. They welcomed the refugees. “Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free,” was the invitation offered to the Pilgrims. We’ll help you find a home here. We’ll show you how to acclimate. “Mi casa y su casa.” My house is your house; my home is your home. “This land is your land, this land is my land.”

My friends… what do you think? How have we done four hundred years later in retaining the spirit of the celebration?

Maybe there’s a real opportunity for us this year when we are encouraged not to gather in the same way with the same crowd of people with the same limp phrases on our lips. Clearly, we need to sit out a year or a century and see if we can realign ourselves with the original meaning of a day of giving thanks. Maybe we can figure out a way to share with those who are different, diverse, disadvantaged, and disheartened. What a chance to reassess and re-design. What a possibility. 

I can’t help but believe nothing would please that God of ours more. I know that many of us, as parents ourselves, not THE parent that God is, just A parent, are pleased more than in any other way by watching our children live in harmony, happiness, gratitude toward each other and thankfulness with and for each other. Here are my three posing for a picture for their (thankful) mother.

Love, Susan

Susan Stocker is a blogger, novelist, and Marriage and Family Therapist with Masters degrees in Communication and Counseling. She served as a mental health ambassador to China in 1998 and has volunteered with the Alzheimer’s Association, American Cancer Society, and many other organizations. Her published works include Only Her Naked Courage (2013), Heart 1.5 (2013), The Many Faces of Anxiety (2013), The Many Faces of PTSD (2010), and Heart (1981), as well as her blog The Many Faces of PTSD (manyfacesofptsd.wordpress.com). She is on a lifelong journey toward Becoming Herself. You can contact her at sraustocker@yahoo.com.

How to Score a Triple Win for Yourself, Others and the World: Kindness

I was tired.

Our recent move had left me frazzled as I worked my way through stacks of boxes and a long to-do list. With everything in our new condo finally in its place, I stared at the final pile – items to haul to Goodwill.

A large orange suitcase we hadn’t used in years caught my eye. It reminded me of the type used by the community of unhoused people who shelter each night alongside a building across the street. I wondered if I should offer it to one of them instead. While the idea felt intimidating, here I was in the comfort of this wonderful place while some of my new neighbors were sleeping on concrete in the cold a mere fifty yards away. Such a small act of kindness wasn’t asking much of me.

Swallowing my nerves, I grabbed the suitcase and headed outside. As I crossed the street, one gentleman eyed the suitcase eagerly. I said hello to the group and asked if this would be useful to anyone. The man I’d first seen excitedly raised his hand. I stepped toward him just as someone further down the row called, “We’ll take the suitcase!”

I looked over and my heart sank. A young couple sat beside a large pile of belongings with nothing to carry them in. My oversized wheeled suitcase would have been perfect for them. I apologized, explaining that the single man had asked first. Leaving the suitcase with the gentleman, I went over to the couple and offered some warm clothes and a blanket I’d brought with me. They accepted them gratefully.

Back in our condo, I told my wife Lisa what happened. She immediately went to our closet and came back with another roller suitcase, one we’d been planning to keep. She said it was smaller, but maybe it would still help. Second suitcase in tow, I headed back outside.

As I approached the group, I was surprised to see the large orange suitcase next to the young couple. I turned to the man I’d given it to and asked, “Did you give them the suitcase?” He nodded. “That was very kind of you,” I said as I gave him the second case.

I walked away in amazement. That gentleman, in a desperate situation, had been sincerely excited to receive the orange suitcase. He had no idea another one was coming, yet he gave his gift away to a couple who needed it more. His generosity was far greater than mine. I returned home feeling hopeful and energized, my weariness forgotten.

Kindness is a powerful thing. When we choose to act on it, kindness facilitates a rare win-win-win: it helps the person we’re kind to. It helps others when that person pays it forward. And it helps us.

Now more than ever, it’s easy to focus on the worst in people and our world, but take hope – there is still goodness, kindness, and generosity to be found. Choose to participate in it. Be a wildflower in a snowfield, a flickering candle guiding a weary traveler home.

What small act of kindness can you do today? Maybe it’s a phone call to a lonely relative or bringing food to an elderly neighbor. It could be writing a thank you note to an essential worker or sending flowers to loved one or donating to a charity or volunteering at your local food bank. Whatever it is, push through the stress and fatigue so many of us are feeling these days and choose be kind. If you do, you’ll help make a better world for others and take another step toward Becoming Yourself.

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