Who me? Yes, you! E-Book

Scott Roth

• Herausgeber: BooxAi
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Discover the transformative power within you and embark on a journey to change the world. No more frustration – it's time to make a real difference. "Who me? Yes, you!" is your guide to empowerment, providing the tools and inspiration to shape the world around you. Remember, blueprints alone don't build houses; similarly, plans without action won't make a lasting impact. In this book, learn the art of planning and making a difference in your community. Take a cue from this reading and discover how to assemble a crew to tackle significant challenges. It's time to stop complaining and start turning your frustrations into solutions. This easy guide will show you how. Unleash your potential and become a force for positive change!

Leseprobe

WHO ME? YES, YOU!

MAKING CHANGES

SCOTT ROTH

Scott Roth

Who me? Yes, you!: Making Changes

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Copyright © 2023 by Scott Roth

No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

Published by BooxAi

ISBN: 978-965-578-695-8

CONTENTS

1. Igniting the Spark: Where Change Gets a Firestarter

2. Breaking the Mold: Navigating the Uncharted

3. Cultural Compass: Decoding the Community GPS

4. Roots Unveiled: Digging Deeper, Sherlock Style

5. Community Metamorphosis: A Wholistic Rollercoaster

6. Allies Assemble: Teaming Up for a Change Binge

7. Strategic Playbook: Chess Moves for Problem-Solving Ninjas

8. Obstacle Overdrive: Crushing Roadblocks Like a Boss

9. Harmony in Voices: Crafting Feedback Beats

10. Success Metrics: Beyond Numbers, Impact Unleashed

1

IGNITING THE SPARK: WHERE CHANGE GETS A FIRESTARTER

I am amazed at how tragic events can sear our memories and replay vividly.

I walked out my front door and saw the neighbor girl sitting crisscrossing applesauce in a circle where the sidewalk met the driveway of their home. She was weeping with a group of friends. The news of their friend taking his life was spreading quickly. His choice, driven by a lack of will to live, would send ripples through time and space. We are never prepared to hear such news. Never...

Watching them weep affected me deeply. It shook me to my core. The following days unfolded, leading up to a funeral. I was asked to be an on-site grief counselor for the students. The service was held at a nearby local church. The family of the deceased were people of faith. Even with their faith, this was a tragic time. The need for a larger church became apparent. This particular church was chosen because of its capacity to accommodate a large number of people. The impact was greater than I had anticipated.

The family selected a pristine white casket. The purpose was to allow students to process their grief by writing notes on the casket using permanent markers. This practice was something I had never witnessed before. In my profession as a pastor, I have been a part of many funerals over the years, but this was a new experience for me. As I sat in the entranceway, I observed student after student writing notes on the casket. Quotes of encouragement, terms of endearment, and Bible verses were among the things being written.

I remember one student who sat with me; we will call him Jimmy. Jimmy is the typical name I use to keep people anonymous. You may see Jimmy again… but a different Jimmy. Jimmy asks profound questions about life, death, and the reality of being alive without his friend. I continued to talk with various students, consoling them offering encouragement, and praying with them during their grief.

A day or two later, my anger boiled over, and I cried with all my being. I was sitting on the back deck of my townhouse, looking up at the sky, so angry because another life had been taken by suicide. I have been in those spots encouraging students to live. Talking to them in desperation, working through the questions, keeping them calm, and guiding them away from the metaphorical cliff of despair. Now, I wish I could have done something more for this boy. Why, God, couldn't I have stopped it? Could someone have stopped it? The anger grew even more. This boy had faith, a family, and all the reasons to continue living in my mind. Yet it was my perspective.

Then, the thought burned into my brain so profoundly that it seared my memory to this day.

"I have the free will to make a difference... I have a choice."

It was a wrestle with God that day to realize that a human can choose. I needed to take this holy discontent and anger towards suicide and the pain I have witnessed in students and turn it into an empowering energy for change. This was the moment of truth. It was time to rise and find others who were equally outraged at what was happening around us.

All it took was for me to open my mouth. I spoke out to those around me about how I was feeling. During a meeting with a few other pastors, it became evident that I was agitated. I told them that I couldn't handle the mess anymore. Why do we constantly feel stuck when it comes to suicide and, for that matter, all the other problems that plague students? I am just tired of it all. My frustration grew and grew as I spoke.

In that meeting over lunch, a few of us took a stand. We had a reality check and realized that we needed to take a stand.

You may think that you are alone most of the time, but you aren't. It takes a reality check that we need to open our mouths and let it all out. Emotionally vent all the pent-up junk inside of us. I don't mean getting on social media and venting about the issues. No, I mean sincerely expressing our emotions and letting others know that there is a lot of pain in the world. Let out that you are hurting inside because you are watching good people get hurt. Whatever it may be, many times we bottle our emotions and put on a facade. This is what I know: TELL IT OUT, don't just keep it inside. Sit with people and express the fact you are hurting. You see, by letting it out people can sit with you, listen, and take action. They may console you, tell you that it's okay, or let you know that many people feel the same way. Sure, it's comforting, but the most important thing is that you are being heard. The best reaction is when someone encourages you to make a change.

That’s what happened to me. I was in that room with my colleagues when I realized that I was not alone. We started to dream about what it would look like. Dreaming is a state where you begin to overcome your problems. Dreaming is where solutions happen. So many times, we fail to realize that we have a choice in the matter!

You show ways to solve the problem when you reach a dream state. The dream state is the place where you are making the choices to make things better. The dream state is the spot that takes you to a place where you know it can be done.

Dreaming allows us to create the future. That spot creates a space in time and the reality that we have a potential shot to make all this happen. Sure, dreaming is dreaming. Some dreams are unrealistic. I am talking about dreaming with possibilities. What does the solution to your problem look like? What happens when you sit in a circle, share your pain, and then ask, How do we change this?

We all have choices to make. We can wake up in the morning and be numb to our situation, or we can stand up and choose to change it. Free will is so powerful. We don't have to be alone. At that moment, I sat with my colleagues and realized I was not alone. I also realized we had a chance to make a real difference. It was a reality check within this conversation; we could make a difference.

I remember when I was fat. I was so overweight I was not too fond of it. I would look at myself in the mirror and wonder how I got there. I would wear clothing that hid my fat, and many times, when I looked in the mirror, I kept my body turned just right so that I didn't see how fat I was. It was pretty simple. I was a big dude, and I could wear it well. Or so I thought. I felt good even though I knew I wasn't happy with it. Walking was work, and my ankles were not pleased with me. My doctor would tell me every visit that I needed to slim down and lose some. Over and over, I would hear it and know it.

I never took the time to dream about what it would be like to lose weight. What did it look like on the other side of it all? Instead, I found ways to justify my weight and keep it around. Eating the foods that made me feel good inside rewarded me for who I was because I was fat, and it was okay to eat that stuff because my mind was critical. I hated being fat. I wouldn't say I liked the feelings and all that came with it. My body was meh to me, and it was what housed my mind and soul every day. I decorated this misery the best I could so I didn't have to deal with it. In the end, I had tried repeatedly to lose weight, but I felt hopeless and decided I probably would have to live with it.

I didn't realize how amazing it would be on the other side. At that moment, I had to understand and grab hold of the reality that there was a better life beyond this pit of misery I had put myself in. I had to dream about what it would be like to walk without pain. To move freely and feel healthy. To ride a bike and not have all that weight around me. Just to be free from this burden I put on myself. I had to dream about this unknown joy to start to motivate me to lose weight. That was the reality of it all. I had to start climbing out of my pit and moving to a better place.

Feeling helpless is a perspective that we put on ourselves. Helplessness comes from the fact that we think we can't do it anymore. We create a state of mind to make ourselves feel better. You heard me right. It is something that we do to keep ourselves in the pit of whatever it is that makes us upset. Whatever has you down, putting yourself in a hopeless state gives us a way out. "I don't have to do that because... it's a lost cause". "I am not good enough, so I don't have to solve it." "Being hopeless gives us the right to stay in that space and not do anything about it. In reality, it is a place where we don't have to act.