Lifelong target

I wrote about some childhood bullying incidents on this blog back in 2018 in the following post:

How I met my bully | Sophisticated Neanderthal

I’ve been dealing with relentless harassment from a bunch of simpletons around me for the last ten years. Actually much longer but the most intense has been since I started my current job eleven years ago and even moreso since October 2019 when I had a strange experience involving missing time at an Oktoberfest event near my home.

I still have those same feelings of just wanting to be left alone. I’m just trying to live my life. Why can’t they do the same? Just live and let live. I am a lover of peace and an encourager. Why should I have to deal with constant hostility and harmful intentions and actions? I remember those childhood feelings of not wanting to deal with bullies. But deal with it I must because they never stop. I’ve come to learn that the insidious, relentless form of harassment I’ve been subjected to for the last eleven years is called gangstalking. I’ll be writing much more about that, but now I want to add a detail that I didn’t yet realize was significant the last time I wrote about it.

I remember the day on my paper route when the bully pushed me into a snowbank. He finally gave up for that day when that still didn’t elecit a fist fight with him and he sarted walking away. It happened on Market Street in Bangor between 3rd and 4th Streets. My route took me out Third St. and the site of the occurrence was near Bangor Elementary Center on Fourth St., where I attended grade shool a couple years earlier. I can still picture as I got back on my feet and was putting my brown knit hat with white stripes back on after brushing the snow off it, that I spotted the old windowless beige van driven by my 6th grade English teacher. Bangor is a small town and I knew it was her vehicle. A couple friends and I knew what many of the teachers drove. We paid attention to cars.

The thing that struck me as I recalled that scene recently was that the teacher, now deceased, bore the same last name as one of the main ringleaders of the ongoing harassment against me. I saw her sitting at a stop sign on the next street up and looking toward me and the scene that had just unfolded. She didn’t turn down the hill and come my way. I thought she might come to see if everything was alright, but she just went on up the hill. I remember feeling relieved because I was embarassed to have been seen “losing” the struggle with the bully. I felt wimpy. You would think she would’ve been concerned and checked on me, but oddly did not. Only recently I thought, for the first time, about the fact that she bore the same last name as the current ringleader of harassment against me. It wasn’t the first time I thought this stuff started at childhood, but it was the first I thought about the name connection.

Then I thought about how she was a closeted Lesbian (she had a semi secret affair with the female gym teacher and had bipolar or some kind of mental health diagnosis. I previously figured that part out when reflecting on how she was telling the class how all the women in her family were witches and their abilities were only passed down through the women. She had an extended absence right after that day. She must have been off her meds and had to take a medical leave to get inpatient treatment. I don’t know that, but it seems like a good guess. The chief bully gangstalker is also Lesbian and mentally not well. A former friend who’s also involved is also gay and bipolar. And his mom bears a resemblance to my old teacher. Things that make you go hmmm!

Back to the snowbank, I wonder what would have happened if I had taken the bait of the antagonizing bully and threw a punch with the teacher looking on? I think she would have claimed that she didn’t see him do anything but that she only saw me hitting him. Then they would’ve sent me to a juvenile delinquent center or something. Who knows what might have happened there? Were they trying to corrupt me by exposing me to other rough kids and/or abusive staff, or was someone at the juvenile center intended to molest or assault me?

Fortunately, I stayed away from that fight and any other trouble my whole life, following the good example of my parents. I’m thankful I came from a good family and had good people around me through friends of the family and my church. No bullies or troublemakers were ever able to shake me. I miss my dad but I thank God for his quiet strength and steadfast faith and love of the people around him and living a good and simple life. It’s our family legacy and no one is going to take that away.

One thing is for sure, this target is done being bullied. 54 years is enough! The gangstalker creeps will be exposed. They shrink from the light of day. I am a lover of light. They slink around like cowards. I am honest and straightforward.

Random Acts of Kindness Anytime

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I saw on a bulletin board at work earlier this week that it was National Random Acts of Kindness Week.  I can’t point to any specific act I did beyond my normal efforts to be positive, affirming and encouraging to those around me.  So maybe this post is unconsciously an excuse, but I was reflecting yesterday on whether it’s better to do a random act of kindness or to look for ways to do something for the people already in your life, to be helpful and supportive on a regular basis. 

Someone might say that you can do both and it’s not an either/or choice, and then I’d say, Damn you! It’s hard enough to think of blog topics to post about and now you’ve ruined it! So, instead of asking which is better, let’s just explore the topic as a compare and contrast exercise.

The random act of kindness done for a stranger is a good thing and I would never discourage it.  It can be as simple as paying for the person next in line or throwing in the difference if someone comes up short or forgot their wallet. It can be passing on a coupon for something free that you can’t use or giving your extra ticket when someone had to cancel. Or how about discreetly paying for something when you hear a parent saying to a child, we can’t afford it, or buying a meal for a homeless person?

There are plenty of things that don’t involve paying for anything too of course. Helping a senior carry something they’re struggling with, or helping someone reach an item on a high shelf in the store. Giving up your seat for an elderly person or a pregnant mother or someone who just looks unwell or exhausted. All of these things can really lift the spirits of the recipient and they can then pass it on at another time when they’re able and spread goodwill in a world full of chaos and strife. I don’t see any real downside to the random act. I suppose there are times it could backfire if someone takes it as an insult like you think they can’t do it for themselves, but that’s probably rare and it’s their issue.

But what about the people in your life, whether close to you or just on the peripheral of your circle of influence? It’s understandable that we are often more reluctant to step in with those closest to us when we know their faults and mistakes and are tempted to think they wouldn’t need our help if they had done this or hadn’t done that. And sometimes, it’s a matter of someone not doing what they should to help themselves and the need to protect ourselves from a constant emotional energy drain that can result in those cases.  But aside from that, when there’s a moment you could bring relief or even joy for a friend or family member, maybe don’t hold back. Don’t think of past issues or grudges or the blaming, judging thoughts. Just do it. When you can.

Also, don’t fall into the trap that some do, of doing something that the other person doesn’t really need or want, just because it makes you feel good.  Then, you’re doing it for yourself and not for the recipient. It’s an odd kind of selfishness.  All this may seem like it’s complicating the issue, and indeed you can overthink it, but if you’re in a good place mentally and emotionally and keep an objective but positive view of the world around you, then the Holy Spirit or the Universe or however you think of it, will guide you. Go with your gut.

I’ve often been told I’m a good listener and that’s a great act of kindness anyone can do.  Just giving a moment of your time and really hear someone. An empathetic ear can really lift someone’s mood even if you don’t have the answer for them.  That’s usually not what they’re looking for anyway. They just need to know someone cares. I remember a coworker a few years ago who had lost her mother, whom she lived with, less than a year before I lost my dad. We commiserated sometimes and she unloaded a lot about dealing with her family. One day she shared that her brother came out and said the thing that was the elephant in the room. He blamed her for their mother’s death, saying that she didn’t do enough to get help when the mother refused to seek help. It seemed unfair and an awful thing to say, even if it was understandable that the brother thought that.  The coworker broke down and cried and I just gave a sympathetic ear and comforting words. I don’t know how much it helped, but I was glad to be there.

One act of kindness I like to do for people in my life, is to buy something I know they’ll love when I see an item at a thrift shop that is “so them”.  It’s just a small inexpensive item so they don’t have to feel bad that they’re not reciprocating or that you spent a lot of money. It’s just a cool item that they’ll enjoy and they get to reciprocate in some way at another time. Of course, I don’t do it for that. I do it because I can and I see the opportunity. I think the key is that it comes from a place of genuine care and knowing the person well through ongoing acceptance and interest in their lives. That’s where an act of kindness springs from.

So, if you get the impulse to do something kind at a random moment, don’t resist or overthink it. But do think about opportunities to help, encourage or inspire those in your corner of the world in the daily grind and be ready to take advantage of such a moment along with the random ones.

Brighten the corner where you are!

Better to fail than never try

I watched an Olympic hopeful on Friday night, along with millions of others. Ilia Malinin took to the ice in men’s figure skating with sky high expectations from all sides. Himself, his father and coach, millions of his countrymen and women, fellow athletes and lots of media hyping and analyzing the hell out of his every move. As I watched, his first small jump seemed to land very smoothly but the next couple of them looked a little bumpy and then the horror, he fell, twice.

I felt for him as I’ve often empathized with young athletes in the highly commercialized world we live in. So much pressure, so much scrutiny, so much at stake. It must get to them sometimes, but most of the time they get through with lots of support from friends, family and mentors. Sometimes things still go wrong, despite all the time put in and all the preparation. Fortunately, Ilia, like many of his competitors and fellow Olympians, is very young and will have another chance, God willing, to reach his potential.

The lesson here for us all is to go for the gold, knowing that you may not get it. You may just miss it, or you may miss by a wide margin. While I’m sure it’s devastating to fall short in such a public way, the important thing is to just do your best and keep trying. Learn from the experience and make improvements. That’s what we all have to do throughout our lives. Failing is not fatal. Your soul is built to handle setbacks in life. It’s worth the risk to go for something big.

I sit here on my couch writing these words and think about the fact that I haven’t really gone for anything big in my life so far. I haven’t written that novel or screenplay. I haven’t given up, but I have become complacent. I’ve stopped hearing the ticking clock. While it’s never too late until you’re gone, I’m not getting any younger.

Yoda says “Do or do not. There is no try.” I guess I’m just not doing. Of course, not every thing you do can be successful, but I think what our little green friend meant is that you approach the goal with the full intention of doing it, not with a wishy washy mentality that you’re just going to put out some feelers and see if maybe there’s a chance of things working out. You just have to do it. That doesn’t mean that you couldn’t still fail, but eventually, you’ll get there. Perhaps it’s a matter of doing it again, rather than trying again. Go for the gold with full intention and your best ability and you’ll succeed. Maybe that success looks different than the top of the podium sometimes, but other opportunities for something better may result from your efforts, whatever the immediate outcome.

Go forth and be active and believe in yourself! Good things will happen.