363/365 – people to thank who have had an impact on me. Wow, only 3 more gratitude posts left including this one!! When I started this journey a year ago, I was a little nervous as to if I would have 365 people to thank. I didn’t want it to come down to posts such as thanking my mailman for the flyers he delivers in that they were the ones that led me on to some awesome deal!! ; ) Early on in these posts, I started hearing from friends that so and so had made “the list”. I didn’t understand what that was until I was told that it was my “gratitude list”. That put some pressure on me to say the least as there was now a “list”. I didn’t want it to be a list and I didn’t want it to be some type of contest. Then I heard that some people mentioned they were in the 80s and others were in the 200s! I do have to make it clear that I haven’t had an order as to who I thank and thus whatever number gratitude post it was has no relation to ranking. Most posts are the night before or a couple of days before. Yes, I saved my dad for his birthday as I did with my children for theirs, my mom was first because well she is my mom but save for them and the final two gratitude posts, no one had a day or a number. The list by the end of Sunday is far from complete. I could thank another 365 people who got me to where I am today and this is what today’s gratitude post is about – to all of the people I didn’t name and there are hundreds of you that have impacted me! So many former students, co-workers past and present, family members, inlaws, bosses, professors, fellow students, random strangers, neighbours past and present, friends, backhanded gratitudees (bullies and the like), service providers, celebrities etc, etc – just so many people who have made me who I am and to all of you un-named in this past year, you are part of this gratitude journey just because you were not personally mentioned here doesn’t mean you weren’t recognized by me. To all the new people that will come in to my life, thanking you in advance as some of you will change and influence me in new ways. Thank you to all of you who came along with me on this 365 day journey as well. Your encouragement and support has gotten me to this end point.
351/365 – people to thank who have had an impact on me. I’m always fascinated by one’s environment and the kind of impact it has on one in regards to character formation. I grew up in the 70s in Northwest Richmond BC – a predominantly white community with a few ethnic families. We were told to assimilate by both our parents and by the community at large and we did. My street – Riverdale (like the Archie comics – yes, I’m dating myself) – was host to a very diverse population in regards to socio-economic status, family types, and even ethnicities. I remember almost every kid who lived on the street and I’d love to say that they were wonderful and left an amazing, lasting impression on me but I can’t say that. With perhaps an exception of one or two, most were not pleasant to me. However, that also helped shape me into the guy I am today. My neighbours and yes, it’s my blog so I’m gonna name you – brothers Daryl and Ken R who lived right next door to me made my life a living hell (more so older Daryl with Ken following his lead). They would spraypaint racist epithets on our driveway and no form of cleaning truly erased what was said literally and figuratively as it has stayed with me to this very. Daryl would vandalize our home: windows broken, rip off our laundry off the line and I would have to go hunt it down on the street, throw all sorts of trash into our yard and have his buddies over to spit at me from their deck while I (remember that I am extremely overweight and nerdy) had to cut the grass. Daryl would make fun of me when my dad would be taken to Riverview, he would say the worst racist things to my mom and I would yell back and he would laugh at my face. My mom told me to ignore them and do what I had to and just keep the peace and although I was angry at Daryl and Ken, I did what I had to and took the abuse. They involved neighbourhood kids like Candace and Todd, Arif and Shafik (yes, that Shafik if you live in Richmond) to join in and yes, they joined in. There were others but I need to get off this bitter train before I start giving them all their own compartments 😉 The neighbour kids across the street, although not involved directly, saw how very unconfident I was and did their own things – siblings R, P and K, and K and her sister – nowhere near the extent of Daryl and his followers with physical things but more psychological. At the time, along with the bullying I suffered from (see post #15) in school, I hated my life and just wished I didn’t live there but I got through. As with that earlier bullying post, I became stronger – a Survivor. Everything I am today is on a subconscious level in spite of all of my tormentors. I haven’t really thought of these neighbourhood kids until today and just happened to Facebook find a few of them as I was writing this and was tempted to send them this link but I am above all that – yes, I named you and I needed to do that and yes, I hope some of you who read this post and are in touch with them will forward it to them but I am beyond the Riverdale neighbourhood kids today and so much better off given what you put me through as I am that much stronger.
322/365 – people to thank who have had an impact on me. Do you remember much about elementary school? Especially the early years? I was born in the royal city – New Westminster. My parents moved to Queensborough where I went to school from Kindergarten to grade 3. With no one to take me to school, my mom had arranged it so that two girls in the neighbourhood on Lawrence Avenue would walk me to and from school with them. I, with a few of these gratitude honorees, do not recall their first names but do remember their last name – Kandola. One of the girls would have been a year or two older than me and the other one would have been at least 5 or so years older. It was very comforting for me to have these older “sisters” to watch over me and many times, I would stay at their place until my mom could come and get me. I don’t recall where my sister was during this time (as she wouldn’t have been in school). The Kandola girls showed me what kindness was and this was the safest of my times as a child as no bullying happened to me until we moved to Richmond in grade 4. I didn’t realize how great I had it and have reflected upon it several times. I remember being in my mid 30s or so being at a reception party and the older of the sisters coming up to my mom and giving her a hug. I didn’t know who it was and when my mom pointed me out, she was in shock but came in for a big hug like a long lost adopted sibling. It was surreal as I do kind of remember her but it was also very heartwarming as she felt like I was her little brother. We reminisced for a short while and although, at that time, I wasn’t able to express to her how safe she had made me felt and how it was nice to have older, caring kids in the neighbourhood, I feel that she probably had an inkling. Thank you Kandola girls for giving me peace and tranquility in my younger years before the eye of the storm would eventually make it my way – perhaps I needed the comfort and care of you two sisters and the memory of it to get through all the tough times. Here’s to you both!
317/365 – people to thank who have had an impact on me. As I’ve written these posts, I have had to go back in my life and relive some of the good times and also revisit the bad ones. I have been able to thank people who have positively helped create who I am and also back-handedly give “recognition” to those who just made my life negative to completely unbearable. Some may say that I am bitter and others may say that I should let it go but this experience has been cathartic and through writing these posts, I have let a lot of feelings go since they were never acknowledged. I did confront some of my bullies during a high school reunion about how negative they made my life. I wasn’t really surprised to learn that they had no clue as they were so self-absorbed and I didn’t matter at the time. The bullying boys – with the exception of one – channeled all their dislike for me through physical aggression. After it was done, they would just forget and move on. I’m an elephant – I didn’t forget but after taking my minor in Psychology, I understood how they operated. The girls also got their bullying on through relational aggression – getting others in on it, creating stories and gossip and generally egging it on. During that same reunion, I spoke with the girl who was in every one of my classes in grade 8. I had to be honest with her about how she made my life miserable with her friend “A”. Although “A” was the main perpetrator, this other girl would jump in and tag-team the venomous verbal barrage directed at me ranging from my geekiness, to my ethnicity, from my less than ideal masculinity to my unattractiveness yet when we were not within A’s vicinity, she would be pleasant – that’s the worst kind of mean girl/bully. Hate on me all the time. Don’t toy with me. When I told her all she put me through at the reunion, she broke down in tears – but not because she was apologetic but because I was making her feel bad?! What? Because you can’t handle how horrible you were to me? Stuff that stayed with me a lifetime but I’m not supposed to say anything because you feel awful? I am glad that I was able to let all I felt out as she needed to hear what I had carried into my 40s. This is my healing. Because of that reunion incident, I have actually been empowered to be honest with people from my past regarding how I was treated be it positively or negatively. If they can’t handle it, that is because they needed to hear how they affected another person’s life. This girl could definitely not handle it as she unfriended me on Facebook but that just made me stronger as I knew that I had become a much better person. Yes, to you nameless girl, a back-handed gratitude post for making me a stronger person as an adult and being able to address issues and then finally let those bygones become bygones!