A father said to his daughter “You have graduated with honors, here is a car I bought many years ago. It is pretty old now. But before I give it to you, take it to the used car lot downtown and tell them I want to sell it and see how much they offer you for it.”
The daughter went to the used car lot, returned to her father and said, “They offered me $1,000 because the said it looks pretty worn out.”
The father said, now “Take it to the pawn shop.” The daughter went to the pawn shop, returned to her father and said,”The pawn shop offered only $100 because it is an old car.”
The father asked his daughter to go to a car club now and show them the car. The daughter then took the car to the club, returned and told her father,” Some people in the club offered $100,000 for it because “it's an iconic car and sought by many collectors.”
Now the father said this to his daughter, “The right place values you the right way,” If you are not valued, do not be angry, it means you are in the wrong place. Those who know your value are those who appreciate you......Never stay in a place where no one sees your value.
Wow! This is awesome. Thank you for sharing this. I always find it interesting when allegory or metaphor explains things better than regular, old language. Like, come on! The "right" person will see you as valuable, so hold out for that person!!!
Post by Susan Peabody on Jul 20, 2022 15:52:57 GMT -8
The only two people who loved me as a child were my grandmother and my father. As it turned out, my father loved me too much if you get my insinuation and my grandmother's love was mitigated by the fact that my mother told me she was a horrible mother to her. Then I went to school, and I was bullied. Then, as an adult, I got involved with men who told me they would not marry me until I lost weight. By the time I got sober in 1982, I had no self-esteem. I was shame-based and loathed myself enough to cut myself now and then. Nobody appeared to set me straight until one day . . .
I was sitting at an AA meeting and I had a spiritual awakening. The entity I believe to be the Holy Spirit and said, "I love you." I answered, "How can that be? I am not loveable." "Yes, you are, said the voice. I asked my sponsor about it, and she said, "Why don't you listen to the voice. She is telling you the truth." I hesitated and then decided to believe the voice and give myself a break. That was the beginning of finding my self-esteem. It was a breakthrough followed by working the steps and changing one day at a time.
These days, I still struggle with my Inner Critic, but in the final analysis I try to love myself as much as I love others. Today I told my adopted grandson this story. He had told me that his stepsister lacked self-esteem. He asked what he could do about it. I suggested he spend some alone time with her and give her his complete attention. When she wants to know why she is getting all this attention, tell her that she is a very fine and loveable person. She will not believe it right away, but you will be sowing seeds that will blossom later into a garden of self-work. "Know yourself," said Plato and Emerson. "Love yourself," says your Higher Power. Now . . . pass that on to others by modeling the behavior of a person with high self-esteem.
By the time I got sober in 1982, I had no self-esteem. I was shame-based and loathed myself enough to cut myself now and then. Nobody appeared to set me straight until one day . . .
Susan, it's so unfortunate that humans don't take better care of each other. I read somewhere that when we are out of our bodies coming in, we aren't souls coming into a meat suit with feelings of hurting others. It's with our parents' influences, the world's influences, that we change while in the Theta "baby" state of absorbing everything around us.
If this is true, it really proves that we are unconsciously hurting one another. Some folks do it purposefully, too, but I think most of us are so bogged down with our negative feelings, that no one seems to want to deal with because they have their own negative feelings, and then so on and so on...until people are just angry, unhappy, and treating each other awfully.
What if we could change this? Why don't we want to? Why do we pursue violent movies, songs about breaking up, and drug addiction to cover pain? Why don't we turn to the happy, do what makes us happy, and try our best to make others happy? Why are humans so addicted to pain?
Linda S.'s poem below is so true. Why don't we all decide to stop the negativity, focus on what makes us happy, and finally teach our children how to make themselves happy, so the world can be a better place? (I swear I thinking clearly...although ideally.)
Anyway, that's why I'm here. I'm really wanting to change my behavior and negative attitude, attract positive and happy, and work on being so content that others can't help but want that, too, in their lives.