I loved your story and understand the inability of some to know how to connect. Or don't understand the need to accomplish this part of life. I am on a different track as far as competition is concerned. I have always enjoyed playing sports and love the competition aspect. Only sports though. Not in the workplace or other encounters. Unfortunately I can only play one sport now. And that is the one I am the worst at doing consistently well. And that would be golf. With the handicap system I can compete with players better than me. The competition gives a pleasant jolt to the experience. Winning is more fun for sure but just competing is good therapy for me. I play in a senior league as well and it is encouraging to see older guys with health issues still enjoying the game and competition. We a know it is our last sport. Even when we lose we may be a little disappointed
I love the way you describe the value of competition for you. "A pleasant jolt to the experience". It is so good for me to hear/read the experiences of others. It helps me expand my thinking. Thank you, Rick!
Mary, sometimes after reading your one of your stories, I have insufficient words. Your description of trying to keep up with your dad runs right through me. Not only with my quest to be around my dad as much as I could, but a story my mom shared wherein she always wanted to talk with her dad (my grandfather), but his newspaper always stood in her way! If I was being a “pest” to my dad, he’d say, “You’re just talking to hear yourself talk.” Ironically, those words didn’t have impact until I was older and realized the meaning! Admittedly our fathers/grandfathers are from a different time. They march/marched to a whole different beat!
This touches my heart so deeply. How could they not know that we were talking in the hopes they would stop what they were doing, and let us in!? Yes, they were from a different time. Now, unfortunately with the advent of cell phones, I witness children trying so hard to get the attention of their mothers as well. (I am thankful for the cell phone as it does make me feel safe in the car and gives me the ability to quickly contact my daughter). Breaking Bread, sharing tea, looking at each other, laughing, crying, sharing stories, dreaming big dreams...that's where it's at.
Wow...if "we" can't look at one another, how do we truly feel? How do you assist them in "seeing" you and the other person they have "issue" with? I'm imagining that it takes more than one meeting, but do you have the option of that in mediation?
I loved your story and understand the inability of some to know how to connect. Or don't understand the need to accomplish this part of life. I am on a different track as far as competition is concerned. I have always enjoyed playing sports and love the competition aspect. Only sports though. Not in the workplace or other encounters. Unfortunately I can only play one sport now. And that is the one I am the worst at doing consistently well. And that would be golf. With the handicap system I can compete with players better than me. The competition gives a pleasant jolt to the experience. Winning is more fun for sure but just competing is good therapy for me. I play in a senior league as well and it is encouraging to see older guys with health issues still enjoying the game and competition. We a know it is our last sport. Even when we lose we may be a little disappointed
I love the way you describe the value of competition for you. "A pleasant jolt to the experience". It is so good for me to hear/read the experiences of others. It helps me expand my thinking. Thank you, Rick!
Mary, sometimes after reading your one of your stories, I have insufficient words. Your description of trying to keep up with your dad runs right through me. Not only with my quest to be around my dad as much as I could, but a story my mom shared wherein she always wanted to talk with her dad (my grandfather), but his newspaper always stood in her way! If I was being a “pest” to my dad, he’d say, “You’re just talking to hear yourself talk.” Ironically, those words didn’t have impact until I was older and realized the meaning! Admittedly our fathers/grandfathers are from a different time. They march/marched to a whole different beat!
This touches my heart so deeply. How could they not know that we were talking in the hopes they would stop what they were doing, and let us in!? Yes, they were from a different time. Now, unfortunately with the advent of cell phones, I witness children trying so hard to get the attention of their mothers as well. (I am thankful for the cell phone as it does make me feel safe in the car and gives me the ability to quickly contact my daughter). Breaking Bread, sharing tea, looking at each other, laughing, crying, sharing stories, dreaming big dreams...that's where it's at.
Oh I agree! Connecting with one another. I have young people in mediation that struggle to look at me!
Wow...if "we" can't look at one another, how do we truly feel? How do you assist them in "seeing" you and the other person they have "issue" with? I'm imagining that it takes more than one meeting, but do you have the option of that in mediation?