The Shape of our Being

 

Growing from a child into a young adult are powerful years. The “big” events and experiences during that period stick with us.

I would like to share something with you because it’s important to me.

In  a previous post, I mentioned how each of us has our own prevailing awareness — experiences that have formed our humanness.

In my case, the Carolyn Being.

At eight-years old I was told I was going to hell for not being Baptist. I tried to stand up for myself. It was hard. I was outnumbered. In tears, I ran home to my mother.

What I learned: It hurts to be judged by your faith.

A popular football player in high school pushed and mocked a blind student. “What are you doing?!” I shouted. For a second, I wondered who’s said that. I was not the confrontational kind and my words shocked me. They also felt good.

Later,  that same year, a young girl with Down Syndrome climbed up my body like I was a grand oak tree, clinging to me with comfort while others gaped, appalled. I smiled. I loved her strong and loving arms.

What I learned: Never poke fun at the physically or mentally challenged.

A friend in early 1970’s “confessed” he was gay. I said, “But you’ll still drive us around, right?”

What I learned: A good friend is a good friend no matter what their sexual preference.

In the late seventies, a friend used the “n” word in front of me. I told him to never do it again.

What I learned:  Friends may not share your values.

I learned about poverty while student teaching in a low income center across from the housing projects.

What I learned: We are not born in equal environments.

I witnessed a “clean cut” UT student, rip the metal trim off of the side of an old car that wasn’t his. I confronted him while my friend found the bar’s bouncer.

What I learned: It’s disrespectful to destroy another’s property.

After many more experiences were added to my Prevailing Awareness, I decided to enter the field of Special Ed then changed my major to Child Development.

So, I taught bias-free education to my teachers and at local and state conferences. This theme carries over into my novels.

tolerance

 

From my experiences, I learned to stand up for those who are picked on, faced with injustices, scrutinized and criticized for being “different.” I learned to stand up to the oppressors who try to crush another’s dignity in order to feel temporarily (and falsely) empowered.

That’s how I roll.

How about you? Do you have a particular experience/experiences that molded the shape of your BEING?

 

13 thoughts on “The Shape of our Being

  1. You are right that we need to stand up for those who are being oppressed or bullied. It should be our moral obligation.

    I look up to your convictions. Accepting the differences of others shows how human our being is.

    Awesome heart. Awesome post Carolyn!
    Keep it up.

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  2. I was the bullied kid that no one stood up for: too smart, too skinny, too poor.

    I will not let anyone bully someone else so long as I’m alive. I’ve intervened more than once in person, and I don’t hesitate to call out even family members for hate speech or bigotry.

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  3. I loved this read. You have a beautiful soul that I can definitely identify with. One thing that troubles my heart is how people can stand by while wrong is being done to others, without saying a word. Everyone deserves to be loved and accepted no matter how different they are, the quirks they have or the deep dark secrets they may have. Thank you for sharing this. I love this blog already.

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