Thank you Anita. What this kind of thing has taught me is to be as aware as possible of my own tendencies, and if I slip, then it’s feedback. While on one hand my Dad taught me to value the janitor, the busboy, the woman changing the sheets, I can’t imagine his having dinner with those folks, or feeling as though he had something to learn from them. While I have no right, truly, to judge my father, I can have feelings about his behaviors, attitudes and his way of showing up. Still, had he not been who he was, I’d not have learned those lessons. Same with my mother.
I wrote a book that could fall into the category of self help but it’s far more about the power of our words. There is something about that rah-rah community that smacks a lot of the New Age Movement of the 1980s and thereabouts. Since I mingle with a lot of members of the speaking community I see a good bit of the same thing there. I think that as you allude to above, part of what speaks to who we are is whom we admire, not just as sycophants, but those whose words we read, whose behaviors we emulate, and whom we find admirable. That to me is just as instructive as those with whom we spend the most time. That observation cost me a forty year friendship. Not easy, but it’s important to cull where appropriate. Thanks for your comments.