Showing posts with label Parables/Fables/Allegories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parables/Fables/Allegories. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Belief





The power of team

“A man became lost while driving through the country. As he tried to read a map, he accidentally drove off the road into a ditch. Though he wasn’t injured, his car was stuck deep in the mud. Seeing a farmhouse just down the road, the man walked over to ask for help. ‘Warwick can get you out of the ditch,’ the farmer said, pointing to an old mule standing in a field. The man looked at the haggard mule, and then looked back at the farmer, who just stood there nodding. ‘Yup, old Warwick can do the job.’ The man figured he had nothing to lose, so the two men and Warwick made their way back to the ditch.
 After the farmer hitched the old mule to the car, he snapped the reigns and shouted. ‘Pull, Fred! Pull, Jack! Pull, Ted! Pull, Warwick!’ With very little effort, the lone mule pulled the car from the ditch. The man was amazed. He thanked the farmer, patted the mule and asked, “ Why did you call out all those other names before you called Warwick?” The farmer grinned and said, “Old Warwick is just about blind. As long has he believes he’s part of a team, he doesn’t mind pulling.’”

Friday, July 24, 2015

Worst Workout Ever?







This poem by Chanie Gorkin, an 11th grader, has been gaining some traction over the internet.

Tonight at the end of practice, I had the JO Girls sit and read it out loud; asked what it meant to them (one of the older girls thought it was an awesome poem because it sounded real and relatable- interesting!). So our discussion segwayed into a reading of it backward. We then talked about the Yin and the Yang- the dichotomy of perspective and attitude; of looking at things from a perspective of half empty and half full; and on the importance of flipping things around in your own head when you think you're having a bad day. 

The girls thought the poem was really cool (You could see the light bulb go off on their heads upon reading it backward) and they even wanted to keep their handout copy and share it with their parents.

I have one level 4 girl in particular who has been struggling with her kip.  On account of that, and comparing herself to her teammates, she's been sabotaging her workouts by allowing her emotions to affect her self-confidence and energy output which reinforces her negative feelings, which....a vicious cycle that needs to be broken. 

Here's hoping she can turn her negative energy around on its head.  Attitude is everything.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

The Power of Belief and Being Part of a Team

Via Proactive Coaching:

A man became lost while driving through the country. As he tried to read a map, he accidentally drove off the road into a ditch. Though he wasn’t injured, his car was stuck deep in the mud. Seeing a farmhouse just down the road, the man walked over to ask for help.

“Clyde can get you out of the ditch,” the farmer said, pointing to an old mule standing in a field. The man looked at the haggard mule, and then looked back at the farmer, who just stood there nodding. “Yep, old Clyde can do the job.”


The man figured he had nothing to lose, so the two men and Clyde made their way back to the ditch.
After the farmer hitched the old mule to the car, he snapped the reins and shouted, “Pull, Fred! Pull, Jack! Pull, Ted! Pull, Clyde!” With very little effort, the lone mule pulled the car from the ditch.
The man was amazed. He thanked the farmer, patted the mule, and asked, “Why did you call out all those other names before you called Clyde?”


The farmer smiled and said, “Old Clyde is almost completely blind. As long as he believes he’s part of a team, he always gives his best.”

Sunday, July 27, 2014

You must fail to succeed. Thinking is not enough. You must apply.

A couple of excerpts from Tony Retrosi's blogpost, 10 painfully obvious truths:


4. Some kind of failure always occurs before success.
Most mistakes are unavoidable. Learn to forgive yourself. It’s not a problem to make them. It’s only a problem if you never learn from them.
If you’re too afraid of failure, you can’t possibly do what needs to be done to be successful. The solution to this problem is making friends with failure. You want to know the difference between a master and a beginner? The master has failed more times than the beginner has even tried. Behind every great piece of art is a thousand failed attempts to make it, but these attempts are simply never shown to us. I was listening to the Freakonomics podcast the other day:
LEVITT: I always tell my students — fail quickly. The quicker you fail the more chances you have to fail at something else before you eventually maybe find the thing that you don’t fail at.
A zen parable comes to mind:


This guy was a well-known Taoist painter, and some rather important official commissioned him to draw him a cat. The painter asked him to return sometime later for the work. The official came back the next day but was told it wasn’t done, so he came back the next week, and the next, then the following month, then that next month…
This went on for about a year, the official wanting just the one drawing of just one darn cat he’d asked for way too long ago, and the painter asking him to return another time. Finally, the official came again for his cat, and the painter sat down at his desk, picked up his brush, and with one single stroke drew a truly spectacular swish of a cat.
The official was… not too happy. He was more surprised than upset, spluttering something about the wait and why didn’t the painter just do that the first day?  The painter apologized that he couldn’t have.
He then stood and opened the door to his cupboard. Out spilled hundreds upon hundreds of drawings of practice cats.


Previously posted


5. Thinking and doing are two very different things.
Success never comes to look for you while you wait around thinking about it.
You are what you do, not what you say you’ll do. Knowledge is basically useless without action. Good things don’t come to those who wait; they come to those who work on meaningful goals. Ask yourself what’s really important and then have the courage to build your life around your answer.
And remember, if you wait until you feel 100% ready to begin, you’ll likely be waiting the rest of your life.


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Action begins with a single flapping of a wing


Larisa Lordache (source)
(Photo credit: Volker Minkus/UEG)


Anne Josephson:


Five birds are sitting on a wire. Three decide to fly south. How many are left?


Sunday, July 14, 2013

It is "just so"

The Zen master Hakuin was praised by his neighbours as one living a pure life. 

 A beautiful Japanese girl whose parents owned a food store lived near him. Suddenly, without any warning, her parents discovered she was with child.  This made her parents angry. She would not confess who the man was, but after much harassment at last named Hakuin.  In great anger the parent went to the master. "Is that so?" was all he would say.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Are you any closer today than you were yesterday?

"If you really want to do something, you'll find a way.  If you don't, you'll find an excuse."
-Jim Rohn



The Hunter and the Woodman


A HUNTER, who was not very bold, was searching for the tracks of a Lion. He asked a man who was felling oaks in the forest, if he had seen any lion’s footsteps; or if he knew where the lair might be.  Said the WOODSMAN, “I will at once do you one better:  I will show you the Lion himself." The Hunter, turning very pale and chattering with his teeth from fear, replied, "No, thank you. I did not ask that; it is only his tracks that I am in search of; not the Lion himself."




Wednesday, July 3, 2013

"The best" is all around you

"The best gymnast is the one having the most fun."
-Paraphrased from Alex Rowe



 You are quite simply the best at what you do, practicing the best sport there ever was, ever is, and ever will be.

Everything is "best"; including this, the best zen koan ever:

Thursday, June 6, 2013

The Pig and the Chicken




A Pig and a Chicken are walking down the road.
The Chicken says: "Hey Pig, I was thinking we should open a restaurant!"
Pig replies: "Hm, maybe, what would we call it?"
The Chicken responds: "How about 'ham-n-eggs'?"
The Pig thinks for a moment and says: "No thanks. I'd be committed, but you'd only be involved!"




Moral: 


Wednesday, June 5, 2013

The Lesson of the Three Little Pigs



From "The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs"

Everyone is pretty familiar with the story of the Three Little Pigs, or some variant of it.  The sugar-coated version does a disservice in shielding children from the harsh reality:  The first two pigs do not survive their mistakes; but are eaten by the wolf.

For me, and for the purpose of this blogpost, the essence of the story is this:


Sunday, June 2, 2013

Who wants it more?


A hound spotted a hare and gave chase. After some distance the hound began to gain, but then gave up the chase. As the hound returned home a farmer commented that the little hare had been too much for the hound, who replied, “It’s one thing to run for your dinner; but quite another to run for your life.”


Moral: 

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Transformation

"Death is a transformation- perhaps a bit more radical than puberty...Death is not sad; the sad thing is that most people don't ever really live at all."
-Socrates, Way of the Peaceful Warrior

He looked up, greeted me, and said casually, "Joseph died this morning."  I fell back against the station wagon behind me, sick at the news of Joseph's death and Soc's callousness.

Finally, I was able to speak.  "How did he die?"

"Oh, very well, I imagine," Socrates smiled.  "He had leukemia, you see.  Joseph had been ill for a number of years; he hung in there for a long time.  Fine warrior, that one."  He spoke with affection, but almost casually, without a trace of sorrow.

"Socrates, aren't you upset, just a little?" He laid the wrench down.

"That reminds me of a story I heard a long time ago, about a mother who was overcome with grief by the death of her young son.

'I can't bear the pain and sorrow,' she told her sister.
'My sister, did you mourn your son before he was born?'
'No, of course not,' the despondent woman replied.
'Well then, you need not mourn for him now.  He has only returned to the same place, his original home, before he was ever born.' "
      -Way of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Millman, pg 137



Leading by Example

A mother crab criticized her son for walking sideways, whereupon the son asked his mother to show him how to walk straight. Of course the mother crab was unable to walk any straighter than her son, and soon apologized for criticizing what she herself was guilty of too.


A woman once came to see Mahatma Gandhi.  Desiring an audience with him, she waited in line for the better part of half a day with her son at her side. When at last it was her turn to speak to him, the woman said, “Mahatma, please: Tell my son he must stop eating sugar. It is ruining his health and his teeth; it affects his mood and makes him hyper. It is bad for his energy level in gymnastics.  Every time he has sugar, I see the change in him and there is nothing I can do to stop him from eating it; and the more he has, the more he craves.  He’s a good boy, but when it comes to sugar, he becomes lazy and a liar; I'm afraid it will ultimately ruin his life. Please, Gandhiji, tell him to stop.  Everyone admires you so much- including my son- that he will do anything you tell him to do.”

Gandhi looked at the boy for the longest time as he cowered there, trying to hide in his mother’s sari. Finally, Gandhi broke the silence and said, “Come back to me in two weeks time.”

Two weeks later the woman returned with her child and once again waited in line for hours before finally it was again their turn to see the Master. “Mahatma,” said the mother. “We have returned. We came to you for help with this boy and his sugar-eating addiction; and you asked us to come back after two weeks.”

“Yes, of course I remember,” said the master. “Come here, child.” He motioned the boy forward.

The boy, at the urging and prodding of his mother, disentangled himself from her sari and stepped up to the Mahatma who reached out, putting his hands on the boy’s shoulders and pulling him in close. He looked the boy squarely in the eye and said, firmly, “Don’t eat sugar,” then released him.

The bewildered mother thanked Gandhi profusely; and then as her initial fluster wore off to be replaced by irritation, she challenged, “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?!” She was flabbergasted. “WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST TELL HIM THAT TWO WEEKS AGO?!?!”

“Because,” replied Gandhi, “Two weeks ago I was still eating sugar.”

Sunday, May 19, 2013

What is Your Genius?

A well-known quote:


"Everybody is a genius. But, if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it’ll spend its whole life believing that it is stupid.” 
–  ascribed- rightly or wrongly- to Albert Einstein


In today's WaPo, I came across the following book review for "The Spark:  A Mother's Story of Nurturing Genius", by Kristine Barnett:

Barnett tells the story of her son, Jake, who at age 2 received a diagnosis of autism. (Autism is one of several disorders that have been redefined in the DSM-5, the revised bible of mental disorders, to be released this weekend.) As most parents would, the Barnetts relied on special ed teachers provided by the state (they live in Indiana) to guide them.

At age 3, Jake was enrolled in “life skills” classes in hopes that he might learn, as Barnett says, to “tie his own shoes at sixteen.” Often, though, Jake was so absorbed by other things — shadows on the floor, plaid patterns on clothing and, especially, alphabet flashcards — that he couldn’t be persuaded to attend to the lessons. At the beginning of “The Spark,” Barnett describes a chilling comment made by Jake’s special ed teacher on a home visit, after insisting that the boy leave his beloved alphabet cards at home: “We don’t think you’re going to need to worry about the alphabet with Jacob.” In other words, she didn’t think Jake would ever learn to read.

That was the moment, Barnett recalls, that she decided to buck the “experts” — she almost always uses that term derisively — take Jake out of special ed classes and homeschool him in an environment that would “lean into his passions.” Jake got alphabet cards galore, as well as maps (another passion) and puzzles. Barnett managed not only to mainstream Jake into kindergarten, she also did the same for many other autistic kids in the learning center, Little Light, that she ran out of her garage.

That achievement alone would be extraordinary, but here’s the kicker: The Barnetts discovered when Jake was a little boy that he’s a math and science prodigy. Turns out, he has an IQ higher than Einstein’s. At 3, Jake was arranging hundreds of crayons in the order of the color spectrum; a few years later, he memorized pi to the 200th digit and could recite it forward and backward. At 9 he began working on a theory in astrophysics that, according to those who can understand it, may put him in line for the Nobel Prize; at 11 he started college. Last summer, at 12, he became a paid university researcher in quantum physics. And, yes, Jake can tie his shoes.


~~~


Barnett’s woman-warrior battle — initially, against her husband’s wishes — to defy the experts and unearth Jake’s personality and potential is inspiring. Parents of children with developmental challenges, as well as those blessed with normally functioning children, will take away a lot from “The Spark.” After that disastrous visit from the special ed teacher, Barnett asks her husband the key question: “Why is it all about what these kids can’t do? Why isn’t anyone looking more closely at what they can do?” Surely that insight speaks to all types of learning situations.
The Einstein quote is about bucking the "one-size-fits-all" system of education that tries to conform the student to fit the system.

As Bruce Lee noted,

"Man, the living creature, the creating individual, is always more important than any established style or system." 

 By way of analogy, I recall (I think it was in the Tao of Jeet Kune Do) the story of how a one-legged martial artist gained a reputation as an undefeatable martial artist.  Soon, he had many students flocking to learn his style of fighting- which involved standing on one leg!  So now you have all these two-legged students "handicapping" themselves by standing on one leg, trying to fight like their teacher. 

Bruce Lee didn't want to create carbon-copied versions of himself in his students.  He didn't want followers.  He wanted thinking martial artists who were there alongside him to research and explore and be their own unique selves, realizing their own unique potential.  Imitation, after all, is pale in comparison to the original artist; so why be another Bruce Lee?  Be yourself, and find your own inner genius.




It's important to discover your "inner genius" and know what the God-given talents are that you were gifted with.  But if you also happen to be a fish who wants to climb trees (not one being forced to do so), do be realistic about it; but don't let your natural limitations stop you from going after your dreams.

Finally, a couple more allegories:

A long time ago, when the animal creation was being differentiated into swimmers, climbers, fliers, and runners, there was a school for the development of the animals. The theory of the school was that the best animals should be able to do one thing as well as another; and if there was an apparent aptitude in a given animal for doing one thing and an apparent inaptitude for doing other things, the time and effort should be spent upon the latter instead of the former.
If one had short legs and good wings, the attention should be given to running so as to even up the qualities as far as possible. So the duck was kept waddling instead of swimming, the pelican was kept wagging his short wings in the attempt to fly. The eagle was made to run and allowed to fly only for recreation, while maturing tadpoles were unmercifully guyed for being neither one thing nor another.
All this in the name of Education.
Nature was not to be trusted in her make up of individuals, for individuals should be symmetrically developed and similar for their own welfare as well as for the welfare of the community. The animals that would not submit to such training, but persisted in developing the best gifts they had, were dishonored, called narrow-minded and specialists, and special difficulties were placed in their way when they attempted to ignore the theory of education recognized by the school.
No one was allowed to graduate from that school unless he could climb, swim, run, and fly at a certain prescribed rate. So it happened that the time taken by the duck in learning to run the prescribed rate had so hindered him from swimming that he was scarcely able to swim at the prescribed rate, and in addition he had been scolded, threatened, punished, and ill-treated in many ways so as to make his life a burden, and he left school humiliated, and the ornithorhyncus could beat him either running or swimming. Indeed, the latter carried off the prize in two departments.
The eagle made no headway in climbing to the top of a tree. Though he showed he could get there just the same, the performance was counted a demerit, as it had not been done in the prescribed way.
An abnormal eel with large pectoral fins proved he could run, swim, climb trees, and fly a little; he was made valedictorian.

I believe the following is attributed to Professor Amos E. Dolbear of Tufts College:
When the animals decided to establish schools they selected a school board consisting of Mr. Elephant, Mr. Kangaroo and Mr. Monkey, and these fellows held a meeting to agree upon their plans.
“What shall the animals’ children be taught in the animal school? That is the question,” declared Mr. Monkey.
“Yes, that is the question,” exclaimed Mr. Kangaroo and Mr. Elephant together.
“They should be taught to climb trees,” said the monkey, positively. “All my relatives will serve as teachers.”
“No, indeed!” shouted the other two, in chorus. “That would never do.”
“They should be taught to jump,” cried the kangaroo, with emphasis. “All of my relatives will be glad to teach them.”
“No, indeed!” yelled the other two, in unison. “That would never do.”
“They should be taught to look wise,” said the elephant. “And all of my relatives will act as teachers.”
“No, indeed!” howled the other two together. “That will never do.”
“Well, what will do?” they asked, as they looked at each other in perplexity.
“Teach them to climb,” said Mr. Monkey.
“Teach them to jump,” said Mr. Kangaroo.
“Teach them to look wise,” said Mr. Elephant.
And so it was that none of them would yield, and when they saw there was no chance to agree, they all became angry and decided not to have any animal schools at all.
Forbes offers its own adaptation of "the animal school fable".

"We are born princes and the civilizing process makes us frogs"
-Eric Berne


Bottomline:  Know your strengths and weaknesses and develop them accordingly.

And as gymnasts, don't be afraid to question your coaches when they are teaching you "monkey" climbing skills, when you really are a fish at heart.  You might be misdiagnosed as an overshoot gal when a pak salto is really your thing; it might be a better investment of your time to develop your front tumbling and twisting skills as opposed to forcing you into back twisting that has never felt natural to you.  Unless you really have a passion to get a tkatchev, consider your body-type and natural physical and mental abilities might actually have you inclined toward jaegers, instead.

Know thyself, and abide in that state.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Two Wolves

An old Cherokee was teaching his grandson about life."A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy."It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret,greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment,inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope,serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy,generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. This same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too."

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Good....bad....who knows?


There once was a poor rice farmer, who had a very small field just large enough to feed his family. 

He also had a horse; but one day, the horse ran away.  So the farmer and his 12 year old son had to plow the field all by themselves.  Their neighbors said, "Oh, what bad luck that your horse ran away!"  But the farmer replied with a shrug of his shoulders, "Bad luck...good luck...who knows?"

The next week, the horse returned leading a herd of wild horses.  They came hurdling through the vil­lage. They ran into the farmer’s rice field and got stuck in the mud; and since they couldn’t get away, they became his.

His neigh­bor came run­ning over and said, “This is good news! Such good for­tune! You are rich, this is amaz­ing!” And the rice farmer said, “Good news, bad news, who knows?”

A few weeks later the farmer’s son jumped up on one of the wild horses for a ride, only to be thrown off and have his leg bro­ken. "Ah, such bad luck," sympathized the neighbors.   Once again, the farmer responded, “Bad luck, good luck, who knows?”

A week later a Chi­nese gen­eral marched his army through the farmer’s vil­lage on the way to war. On this march, the army conscripts every healthy, able-bodied boy over 10 years of age. So they took every boy in the vil­lage except for the farmer’s son because of his bro­ken leg.
The neigh­bors came run­ning over, proclaiming, “What good luck that your son was not forced into battle!” And the father of the boy once more:  “Good luck....bad luck.....who knows?!”