It’s amazing what seems to pop into your life or just be sitting there when another situation presents itself.
I found Glory Road this past weekend. I started reading it to a family member this week. I wrote down one of my goals is to have the best year for a school year program I work in. A little while later I open my email and find it’s being insinuated that I don’t create a “warm and nurturing” environment and I’m basically a monster and 6 people are copied. So, guess what? Now a few thousand people can read about it.
I saw Glory Road Super Bowl Sunday the year it came out or just following as it was still in the theaters. I usually scoff at Disney as I find they take stories of great achievements and oversimplify them and/ or dumb them down. My significant other wanted to see the movie as they love the movie Miracle. I enjoyed it and it was a feel good. I can sympathize of being in plenty of situations where doing the unpopular thing is frowned upon and you are ostracized. Yet usually I don’t find myself in the position of coming out on top. I find I’m “tolerated”. I have yet to find Disney making a movie about me. Maybe one of my not-so-exciting EMS shifts someday? Or the soccer team I coached years ago when a coach quit last minute?
Like Coach Haskins, I don’t take any crap from people. I’m only up to the third chapter and I wish I had known him. People love the story, love what he did, then turn around and won’t tolerate people in their own midst who do the same thing. Or is it because my organs are different?
So right now instead of working on my goals and my grit and my business, I’m writing this.
Why? Because if you want to “succeed”, you want your child, spouse, whoever, to “succeed”, whatever that word means to you, it takes getting down in the dirt and working at “it”, whatever “it” is. It means dragging your child into situations they may not like. It means dragging yourself into situations you may not like. It means dealing with new people and situations. It means having those difficult conversations and not just emailing people before pulling someone out of a class just “because”. It means people are going to complain about you, be jealous of you, it means saying “no”. No one held my hand and chaperoned me around because some therapist recommended it. I grew up with nuns yelling at me, a jerk for a gym teacher who did more than his share of humiliating me, yet I was RESPONSIBLE. I did what I had to do.
I have clients who sit and shake the entire time I’m working with them because they are anxious. Yet they keep coming because I’m going to help them get through their “it”. I have clients who it took weeks before they agreed to do what I asked them to do.
They know they have to do this. They have to get to their “it”.
Do I feel sorry for people? Yes. Do I have sympathy and empathy? Yes. However, I’m not going to baby-talk people or the situation. The teenager I recently had as a patient probably didn’t want any goo-gooing or ga-gaaing as they had a gallon of blood pouring out of their body.
Coach Haskins, I have much more respect for you now and I wish I could talk with you, wherever you are now. I wonder what you would say. I wish you could talk to some of the people I know.