Well, Susan and I have just finished packing suitcases filled with
clothes and
Chanukah gifts. We're leaving very early tomorrow morning on a thirteen day
mission of
spoiling rotten our two west coast grandchildren. Then, my medical leave is
over and it's
back into the classroom. At this Janis-like time of reflection as the Ghost of
Christmas
Past and projection as the Ghost of Christmas future, all I can is that this
was some
year. I have a very special three cheers for cheering this particularly
cheerful holiday
season. There was a split second back on that early morning of September 14th
that I
thought I would never again see Susan, my sons, their wives, my grandchildren,
and my dear
friends. The best gift my two sons could have given me was dropping everything
and being
at my bedside for the entire week I was in ICU and taking care of their
distraught mother.
There was no greater than those gifts of just being there that were given by
close friends
who without question unhesitating rushed to the hospital in Valdosta, drove
Susan down to
the hospital in Gainesville, brought her car down to her, got her housing,
looked after
the house, made daily concerned "how are things going" calls, dropped in for a
quick
"we're here if you need us" hello, and then looked after us when we got home.
What better
gifts could my colleagues offer than picking up extra teaching loads to cover
the classes,
or could administrators give by smoothing the paper process for Susan of
getting emergency
medical leave time for me? Could students find nicer gifts cooking and
shopping Susan,
offering to clean house, and just constantly checking up on us? None. Many of
you do not
know much I have appreciated your gifts of prayers, good wishes, and kind
thoughts over
these past three months of my recovery. They went beyond expectation and
requirement,
beyond professional courtesy, beyond social grace, and tapped into that part of
the human
experience in a way that continually reminds me of our softer side, even to the
point of
swelling up my eyes with tears, deepening my breaths, and tightening my chest.
They all
were gifts that sure beat anything that could have been bought in any store.
Talking of gifts, do you want to give one that lasts, that keeps on
giving? Give
something that conjures up the good feelings, happy sounds, smiles, kindness,
and warmth
such as I have. No more than tests and grades and lectures in a classroom,
gift
certificates and slippers and ties and toys and all that material stuff that is
given and
received are not the stuff of lasting memories. Long after I've forgotten the
particular
words of love, support, and encouragement, I will remember the feelings that
warmed and
still warm my insides.
That is what this Thanksgiving to New Years season is all truly about;
it's a
heralding of gratitude for everything and for seeing in everything something
for which to
be deeply grateful. It's about--if you see and listen closely to all of its
songs and
decorations and lights and window dressings and Santas and Rudolphs and gifts
and feasts
and prayers and television specials and concerts and the Nutcracker and
Christmas Carol
and White Christmas and Its a Wonderful Life and religious rituals and
ceremonies--as
Bing Crosby sang, counting your blessings instead of sheep for every minute of
every day
in everything. I assure you, when you learn to be grateful, to live that
gratitude each
time you draw a breath, that "thank you" is a password to a lifting of onuses, a
liberating life, a calmness to life, a meaning for life, an awakening to life,
and a
subtle happiness and a quiet joy.
You know, I hear a lot of "bah humbugs" from a lot of toxic cynics and
academic
Scrooges. The nicer ones commend me for my good intentions, but they all echo
what one
professor recently asked me: "Why are you wasting your time? Do you really
think your
touchy-feely e-ramblings make any difference? You're so impractical." Then, I
received a
nourishing message like the one I got from Gary Schilmoeller who said, "I want
to thank
you, too, for being a great mentor for so many of us teachers." Or, I got an
inspiring
message from a student that said, "I'm thinking of you at this time of the
year. In fact,
I've been thinking a lot about you since you went down. I miss you. Please
get better
and come back. We all need you."
I replied to Gary, "What a gift you have given me: to realize that my
vision,
dedication, commitment, faith, hope, belief, love, courage, compassion, and
creativity can
set into motion a ripple effect of actions and attitudes to make a better
world. Thank
you."
I wrote him those lines and share them with you not to congratulate
myself for
inadvertently helping Gary make a difference in his own life--and ultimately
those of his
students--but to thank him for making a difference in mine. I think it was
William Arthur
Ward who said something to the effect that mediocre teachers tell, good
teachers explain,
superior teachers demonstrate, great teachers inspire. I humbly aspire to
inspire. I do
it often with stories that I hope help all of us to love, believe, hope,
empathize,
encourage, have courage, appreciate, and remind us of things we know but dont
think about
all that often.
Gratitude is one of those things we don't often dwell on. It is
usually not a
spontaneous emotion; it doesn't always come naturally; often its a matter of
deliberate
choice of word, thought, or deed. Sometimes too many feel a hesitating
embarrassment about
saying "thank you." But, it's an outlook; it's a way of life; it's a rejoicing
of
everyone and every thing you encounter; it's a realization that everyone and
everything is
a teacher; it relishes, sharpens, attunes; it counter-weighs indifference,
unawareness,
cynicism. It's an elixir that keeps you young, spry, and spicy in spirit. It
transforms
a blasé "oh hum" or cynical "bah, humbug" or deadening "so what" into an
enlivening,
excited, and majestic "ah-ha."
Gratitude is a conscious and expressed appreciation that doesnt
necessarily make
life easier, but it sure does make it better, more meaningful, and certainly
more
purposeful. After all, a "thank you" turns what we have done into a need to do
more. And
so, I should have told Gary, that student, and many of you out there as well
that his gift
is the kind of gift that keeps on giving by going deep within and constantly
stirring
things up while they settle things down. It says and will continue to say,
"Keep it up.
Stay the course. You are not wasting your time. You are making a difference."
It says,
"Remember, if you touch one person, you've changed the world and altered the
future."
. Through the soft lens of good feelings, Gary's words, as well as
those of
countless others, will continue to be heart warming and to conjure up good
feelings of
fulfillment and accomplishment. In a world preoccupied with the giving and
receiving of
material gifts, it's easy to overlook that the most lasting and most valuable
gift anyone
can give is the feelings she or he creates in others. Never underestimate the
impact you
can have when you take the time to make someone feel noticed, valued, and
valuable,
especially by cheering them up. It's is a powerful force. Constant
unconditional love can
melt the hardest of rocks. It certainly can make people feel better. If you
want to make
a difference in the lives of others, if you want to give the most meaningful
gift,
sincerely express gratitude whenever you can. No act of appreciation is ever
wasted. You
never get poorer by giving away sincere compliments; you only get richer. The
way we
behave toward others is an expression of our values and character. And, if you
don't
express your gratitude, all you've done is to wrap a gift for a person and
uselessly store
it away on a closet shelf.
So, here is my gift of gratitude to so many of you: a cheerful and
heartfelt
"thank you" for making it all worthwhile. I am alive; I am happier than I've
ever been;
and, I can share my sense of wonder of each student, as well as my heart about
the heart
of teaching and learning, with all of you.
Susan and I want to wish you and all those you love a very happy and
merry holiday
season. And, may 2008 be a year long "ho, ho, ho" jolly and sweet season of
joy, delight,
cheer, and good fortune. May you live in gratitude for each moment you have.
May each day
be a "Tis the season" holiday, a "holy" and sacred time. And, may this coming
year bring
only lasting good and uplifting memories for yourself and those you care about.
Til next year. Meanwhile.......
Make it a good day.
--Louis--
Louis Schmier
http://therandomthoughts.edublogs.org/
Department of
History http://www.newforums.com/Auth_L_Schmier.asp
Valdosta State University www. halcyon.com/arborhts/louis.html
Valdosta, Georgia 31698 /\ /\ /\ /\
(229-333-5947) /^\\/ \/ \ /\/\__/\ \/\
/ \/ \_ \/ / \/
/\/
\ /\
//\/\/ /\
\__/__/_/\_\ \_/__\
/\"If you want to climb
mountains,\ /\
_ / \ don't practice on mole
hills" -
---
