Monday, April 02, 2012
When I was thirteen I moved up to Junior High. Our class was divided into sections and I was in section 2. The kids in the section stayed together through High School and we all took the same curriculum. I felt like everyone in the section was smarter than me. One girl in that section was smart, oh so pretty, and 10 inches taller than me. She was always nice to me even though she called me a little pest. I was, but I just couldn't stay away from her. By age 16 I was six foot two and she was still five foot eight and we went out on a date. I knew I out of my league and couldn't believe how lucky I was to take her to the Sadie Hawkins Dance. I never asked another girl out. During the rest of High School, college, and my working life she would always get me to talking about challenges I was encountering. She didn't fully understand many of my work dilemmas but she would get me to, grudgingly, talk about it until she came up with a suggestion I liked or I would figure it out. She never let me throw up my hands and quit. I'm still not the smartest guy around but she has made me much better than I thought I could ever be.
The more I read here on SparkPeople the more I appreciate what great support is available to us if we just use it. I see people demonstrate great courage as they bare their souls to a group of people they've never met. What they get back is caring support and helpful advice. For many it's exactly what they need to get through the rough times. In the eighties AT&T used the slogan "Reach out and touch someone". Maybe SparkPeople could have a similar slogan, "Reach out and let someone touch you."
I honestly believe that you're better than you think you are. You're stronger than you think you are. You're smarter than you think you are. Don't let anyone, including yourself, tell you that you can't do something. You can and you will - when you decide to do whatever it takes to get it done.
Now, if you think you can fly I would suggest that you do that in an airplane. I did and it was much less traumatic than when I jumped off the porch roof at the age of 6. My Superman cape, a bath towel, stayed on all the way to the ground.