Our Journey To Inspiring Humility - A Good Person

You may or may not lend me your ears (well that’s over the top).

I want to address my personal opinion about something I think needs more focus, and yet again I try to continue to fully develop what do I want to get out of it?

But it’s healthy to start discovering it, as progression in my eyes is greater than perfection.

Ok now in which that is settled.

I think what we should begin to do, is as a society, inspire humility.

What in the world does that even mean?

In its most rudimentary state, it means being a good person.

With all that said let me address two questions that to this day, floods me with consternation. Why are some people explicitly or implicitly mean? And why do some people consistently confuse kindness for weakness?

Ok, first what I am not going to focus on? I am not going to tackle universal issues like world hunger, the feasibility of a utopian world of peace, or burner accounts on social media. None of that “stuff”.

What I do want to shed light on, is again, why are some people mean and why do some people confuse kindness for weakness?

And all through this one scenario.

I was observing one day two people, whom were communicating and messaging one another. Through TEXT.

It didn’t just appear, it was quite obvious that they were poking fun at an individual who was laughing at a corny joke. The person laughing was my friend. My friend who was enjoying himself, not harming anyone, who is inherently nice, and on top of that, is a person who oozes this sense of positivity. He is the type of person, in which you feel the candid aura of his kindness. He is a true friend to me.

But yet you saw these two ladies texting each other, clearly and I repeat clearly, going after this person.

Oh yeah, just in case I forgot to mention, it was two ladies making fun of a man, so this goes to show you that being mean has no double standard nor is it prejudice.

Being mean is a state of mind. Men and women are not free from this.

And that is why being a good person is just the opposite of that. A person with the right attitude.
All right, back to my friend who was victimized.

He noticed what I noticed. And I was livid, but my friend was ok. I ended up alone with him and I had to bring it up. “Hey how did those two women make you feel”.

He responded “sad”.

I turned around to tell him, “listen you are a great person”... he politely cut me off to say, “oh I’m sorry, I’m not sad for me, I am sad for them”.

Ok now I was lost, so much so, a wandering SOS bottle in the middle of the ocean had more sense of direction than I had in that moment.

I was befuddled and asked him, “what in the world do you mean”.

“Hear me out”, he said. “I was fully aware they were texting about me. I was fully aware they had not so nice things to say. But I am sad for them because they had the NEED to do what they did. Listen Goyo” (he paused) “you need to know something. We need to be comfortable with our own skin. We also need to be comfortable with who we are. And I hope I inspire you to see that. And as easy as it is for me to cus and lash out, I choose to do the more difficult but progressive thing. That is forgive”.

He stopped for a second, sighed and then continued “And not only move on but share. You know I am no better than those two women or nor is anyone better than me. We are us and we are equitably made under a single force”.
Now I had to ask him what that meant?

He eloquently explained, “The degree of care and love does vary, but the mere essence of it always exists. Love that is”.
So here I am and I just had to ask. “Ok, but how does this have anything to do with the blatant disrespect on you, when you were just minding your own business?”

Because Goyo, you need to know that time, whether it be or not be a non-existential thing in our lives, does run out. All we have at the end of the day, aside from health, is our love and humility. And with that, it is important to be aware of the people, things, AND Moments Goyo, those movements that we all live for”.

I couldn’t believe it. He was right. He was 100% right.

“So Goyo, let me ask you something” he went on to ask, “does this make sense? Even if it is as implicit through people texting or explicit as a cus in your face, being kind and continually showing compassion is how you make a difference. It’s the famous MLK principle, in which only light can drive out the darkness, because conversely, darkness brings only more darkness. Being kind and a good person is how you stop a bully. It is how you stop evil. Being kind and humble Goyo, is how you grow and help others grow”.

I had to ask him, what made you like this. I loved every moving force of that conversation, that I knew there was something there.

“My wife Goyo. She helped me realize that there is something called sacrifice by choice. That is love. The ability to put someone before you. Truly put someone before you. And with kids, something you may have in the future, that is only elevated. But that was my Eureka moment. My epiphany per say. But I sometimes hesitate to say epiphany, and will more like to say rediscovery. Because Goyo, we don’t come into this world with hate nor with the trivial sense of blasting someone through text, but with love and humility”.

As I knew I had to go home soon, I was so captivated by one of the greatest conversations in my life, I had to ask him, “what are the final thoughts”.
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He grinned and said, “as you begin your road to inspiring humility, Goyo you are one of the nicest people I know. Genuinely. So with that, don’t never let anyone confuse your kindness for weakness. Because at the end of the day you respect and be kind, but you have the force to control your own actions. So invest your resources to those that help you grow”.

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As the time came, we hugged and I went home. I saw my wife there. Beautiful and stunning as always. I dropped everything, knowing that I REDISCOVERED my purpose to inspire humility. But before that, I went on, kissed my wife, and told her that I love her.

“Is everything ok she said”?
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“It couldn’t be better my love. It couldn’t be better”, as I peacefully rested my forehead on hers.