Compassion is KEY

Last week Narra was on the playground and a boy poked her with a stick.

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I watched as the smile faded from her face, tears started to pool around her eyes and she hid her face from the boy who went in for another poke.

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You better believe I ran over there as fast as I could from where I was watching and giving her space to just be and experience life on her own.

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I put myself between her and the boy, blocked his next poke and told him this was not safe. He ran away and said nothing.

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My first instinct: blame the parent of the child. Who was watching him? Or NOT? Why would they allow him to do this? Anger. Mama bear. My baby was hurt. And I wanted to hurt back. I was seeing so much red it wasn’t even funny.

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And then Narra cried into my chest. She wanted to go home. She wanted to know why he did that to her.

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As we left for home on our bikes, Narra told me she would never go to that park again. That boy would come back. He would do it to her again.

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As she spoke those words that crushed my heart, I feel like I had failed. I didn’t protect her. But how could’ve I known? Maybe I need to teach her self defence? At 3 years old? Thoughts still running. Emotions still ugh.

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And then I glanced a ways over. The boy was there. With his mom. His mom was struggling. She was chasing him to listen to her. She was frustrated. She was done.

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And then my heart felt crushed again.

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And I realized the only thing I had failed to anticipate was the lesson that was being taught to both Narra and I at that very moment.

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My word of the year, my word I had vowed to live by because of all the lessons I have been taught as a coach: LOVE. To love my friends, my family, my ENEMIES. To realize at every opportunity that everyone is truly just doing THEIR BEST.

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The boy. His mom. That was their best. And my best at that moment was to show compassion and teach Narra what I knew.

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“It was not right what that boy did to you. He wasn’t being safe with your body or his. But he is learning, Narra. Just like you. And if you ever feel unsafe again, it’s okay to hold your hand out, say STOP in a loud voice and come find help.”

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Do I know if what I said to Narra was right? No clue. But it felt right to me at that moment.

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It was MY best. And a great reminder to not only show compassion to others but to yourself as well.

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So today and all days, be compassionate. Believe in LOVE. It’s probably not as exciting as anger but I’ll tell you.. from a person who has experienced trauma and telenovela style dramas in her life, the anger does nothing if your goal is to live a life of happiness.

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And if that if THAT is your goal, if you want to learn lessons and LIVE the hard stuff with me. To be there for THEIR core group: THEIR FAMILY.

And if that if THAT is your goal, if you want to learn lessons and LIVE the hard stuff with me.

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I’m looking for 3 ladies to join my team of coaches who want the same thing.

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Is that you?

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