I reject rejection

Have you ever felt pressure to ignore someone, laugh at something not funny, or walk past someone alone? In a society that finds entertainment viewing “fails,” I think adults often carry around left over adolescent views and pain. We are all human. We need to belong. (And, we do).

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To refuse to recognize or befriend a “loser” or “misfit” you must believe there is such a thing.

Many people are easy to overlook because they are quiet, inactive, or otherwise don’t participate. Maybe they aren’t even there so they are easy not to miss. We don’t know much about them. They might come late, or leave early, or not share much about themselves. Maybe we don’t even remember their name. Maybe we never knew. They might not be looking, smelling, or acting in ways we enjoy being around. Maybe we can’t communicate with them literally or figuratively.

To avoid people entirely that we don’t automatically understand or enjoy is to miss out on what they can teach us. It is to miss out on their unique gifts and strengths that without digging deeper you may never see. It is to avoid an opportunity to stretch your friendship and your comfort zone.

Research has shown that we enjoy being in homogenous groups, but those groups don’t lead to the best decisions. Turns out we need diversity as much as each diverse person needs a friend.

To accept a “place” in a social hierarchy especially in a static or permanent way is to admit belief that such a structure exists. I reject this!

Of course there are people more and less successful in some ways. Some people are more powerful or stronger. Some have more money. Some have more family, more possessions, or more friends. But why do people insist that this changes their value? I don’t think it does.

Value to society. Can that be measured? I suppose anti-social behaviors, crimes, and harm can definitely weaken us. And, pro-social work, fairness, and compassionate service do contribute. I’m not suggesting that these things can’t be measured.

But what I am saying, for example, is that you can’t compare a person with cerebral palsy with a person that is a genius and say one is more valuable. How could you compare how many people derive purpose, challenge and inspiration from one vs the other? How can you measure the degree of impact?

So, in this one way, one friend is as good as another. They are both equally valuable–infinitely valuable. But they certainly are unique, irreplaceable, and priceless. No one else can be you, ever. The same goes for every other. So, no–no other friend is the same as another.

“Let your freak flag fly” is one way I have heard this pride in individuality proclaimed. I love the idea of you being you and me being me without fear. But, this attitude seems to be loud and almost obnoxious. I think all of us have at some point felt alone, rejected, misfit, or not good enough. We all have weaknesses. But, I also think we don’t have to brag and annoy people with our differences. We all have those, too.

We can not believe we are on top if we are humble. We can not believe we are on the bottom if we are honest, either.

We only see what we measure for, so what about all the ways we aren’t measuring? What about all the impacts on people and through time that we can not calculate?

There is something to learn from everyone (even bad examples).

There is something to give.

There is something to receive.

A priceless interchange if we are willing and able to make the leap.

Like a synapse jump across neurons that light up the brain. It can spark even if the contact is brief.

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I dare you to reject rejection with me.

Namaste,

DarEll S. Hoskisson

12/8/22

I’m Going Your Way

I’m Going Your Way

Haven't I seen your face before?
When last I walked this way,
I never noticed you.

I was blinded by other things
such small and nameless things
were you always there?

I couldn't see your wounds or scars,
you felt no warmth from me; of how,
could you ever call me, "friend?"

Neighbor, dear neighbor, what shall I do?  
Could the touch of my hand be his gift to you?
and have I walked by your way, saying others will stay?

When next I come,
will his work be done?
For today, I'm going your way.

His eyes were kind, they saw everything
and whene'er he walked my way,
He always noticed me.

I was sorrowing for many things
through pain and suffering
he was always there.

He could see every wound and scar
He gave new life to me; of how,
Could I ever serve my friend?

Neighbor, dear neighbor, yes, I will do.
May the touch of my hand be his gift to you.
And as I pass by your way, I will see you and pray

"Each time I come,
may his work be done.  
Dear Savior, I'm going your way." 

--DarEll S. Hoskisson

Catching Up

It has been so long

since we spent a quiet

afternoon

together.

Just my pen

and I

getting reacquainted

with

myself.

Catching the lessons

out of the sea

of experience

and tacking them

up page by page

in the sun

to dry

so I can taste them

again

on yet another day’s

golden picnic.

DSH 11-30-16

 

 

Success

I am my service–

my greatest, only gift.

How shall I wrap it?

‘ depends on what you need.

If I’m ever in your service,

forever on your team,

how can you accuse me

of being so mean?

And am I not successful

if you have what you need?

If my gift is invisible to you,

what happened to the deed?

Is it really there?

I guess that depends

on if you

know

how much I care.

-DSH 11/30/16

The Enemy

Hurt.

I carry the burning scars

with me.

I face them

in the mirror

every day.

The memory

inflames me

with justifiable

anger.

 

Hurt.

I will never forget

or let you in

no matter how long

you knock.

I can’t listen.

It doesn’t matter.

There is no

excuse.

 

Agony.

The betrayal.

You should have been

my friend!

 

Agony.

You might have been

if only

I had been

yours.

–DarEll S. Hoskisson 1/29/16

**I don’t believe this is always true.  There are truly enemies we need to protect ourselves and our families from, acts of true barbarism that can’t be allowed to be repeated.

But, in general, who the aggressor is in any frictional or one-sided relationship is less clear.

Friend

Friend

It isn’t that you

can’t hurt me or won’t.

It isn’t that you

can’t leave me or don’t.

The risk is real and

inevitable.

It is that I believe

that we will get through it somehow,

that although pain will come, it will be unintentional, and

that you are worth it.

–DarEll S. Hoskisson

1/28/16

What trusting is

“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.”

 George Eliot quotes (English Victorian Novelist. Pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans, 18191880)

I have always loved this quote.  But, now that I have studied trust more fully, I see that this is a definition of what trust feels like.  It is an experience of trust.