Outliers
From Ted
As an eighth-grader, I had been out of school for several weeks due to a bleeding episode. The evening before I was to go back to school, I was grocery shopping with my mom and as we turned the corner of one of the local supermarket’s aisles I noticed coming towards me, my math teacher. I felt some panic. I didn’t know what she would do when she saw me. Would she think that I had been ‘skipping school’ rather than being bed-ridden? Would she believe that someone could really bleed for weeks at a time?
My own parents and family had trouble believing that I
couldn’t somehow make the bleeding stop and somehow speed up the healing
process, how could a stranger believe such a thing? She had a reputation as a harsh,
drill-sergeant, no-excuses, take no prisoners teacher. I
tried to pretend that I didn’t see her coming, but when she saw me, she made a
bee-line straight for me, bent down to my level, took my hands, and said in the
most compassionate and sincere voice I have ever experienced, “Ted, I have missed
you so much, I hope you are doing better”.
I’ve been praying for you?
Missed me? Hoped I
was doing better? Prayed for me? Was she kidding? No one had ever said those kinds of things to
me around a bleeding event. My family,
after weeks (and years) of having their lives organized around my bleeding
episodes, had long ago gone into a state of compassion fatigue.
Her expressions of compassion and caring changed
everything. Instead of feeling guilty
and shameful, I felt really seen and cared about. The effect was that when I did return to
school, I re-doubled my scholastic efforts in an attempt to make up for the
six-weeks of school that I had missed.
In college I had another bleeding incident that kept me out of classes for several weeks. One of my professors came to my room one day to “see how you are doing”. His visit had the same effect on me.
I am sure that
neither of those people remembers those acts of compassion today, but their
willingness to reach out, changed the course of my life. I was reminded of both of those incidents as
I recently completed reading a book called “The Outliers”, by the author of
“Blink” and “The Tipping Point”. His
premise is that no one achieves anything in life alone. There are relational contexts, cultural contexts,
as well as historical factors that are just as important, if not more so, as
individual talent drive, and determination that contribute to one’s
success.
That is absolutely true for me. My guess is that you can look back in your life and remember and ‘angel’ or two who appeared at just the right moment, with just the right message, and moved on. If it isn’t too late, look them up and thank them. If you have the impulse to say or do something compassionate and caring for someone you know, do it. You might never know the impact of a seemingly ‘small’ act such as that, but it can change lives, it did mine, and those I love.

