Sunday, November 9, 2014

A521.3.4.RB_GaffordE_Personal - Reflection

In this week’s MSLD521 blog I reflect on one pre-teen story and one teen story. These events in these stories had a lasting and formative impact on me and how I approach my work and the teams that I lead. Even though the time of the events have long passed, these events and learning experiences live with me today. Thank you for allowing me to share them with you.


Standup to the Bully?

I was never a large boy, but when I fell ill in 1971 in the 2nd grade with scarlet fever, the chicken pox and mumps all during the same time (I suppose I picked two of the three illnesses up at the hospital during treatment) I lost half of my already light body mass. I returned to school after an extended absence and was greeted cheerfully by the entire class. Things returned to normal except my size. During this time I developed some very good social skills which I perceive comes easy to me. I did not know anyone I despised nor did I know of anyone that despised me, which gauging on how some of my friend’s relationships were described to me was not the norm. This skill set I found help me avoid confrontations that other children experienced until one day a best friend took this perceived advantage away from me. He provided a very valuable learning experience for me that I really had not fully realized until writing this story about these events.

Four years passed (it is now 1975) and the friendships I developed became even closer (I think this is about the time the “best friend” concept began to take hold). One of them, who will call Jim, became my best friend dating back to 1973. This particular year, we did not have any classes together and we would only see each other on the way to our next class. Several weeks into the school year he began to exhibit very odd behavior towards me. As we would pass, he would not acknowledge my greetings and instead just keep walking as though he never even seen me. I was perplexed.

Several more weeks passed with the same behavior, so I just stopped with the greetings and stopped keeping an eye out for him. Sometime in the spring of 1975 he began coming up from behind me and pushing me. After pushing me he would take off running. I was confused by this behavior. What did I do to deserve such aggression? Why me…hadn’t we just recently been best friends? After a half dozen of these attacks over a couple of weeks I knew that my negotiating and social skills were being taken out of the picture and made irrelevant due to the “hit and run” nature of his attacks. It was upon this realization that I confronted my father with this story. He told me a personal story that was very similar to mine when he was in school and explained that in life until you stand up to the bully or he will keep picking on you. His advice was to standup to what he perceived as a bully (never mind we were essentially the same size). “Doesn’t matter if you win or lose son. Just stand up for yourself and he’ll move on.”
This was the first interpersonal relationship crisis I ever had to deal with and I was going to have to leave my comfort zone to resolve the issue. My father’s advice sounded like the resolution could come quickly and I imagined it would be like jumping in the pool when you knew it would be cold but you also knew that after a few minutes everything would be fine. I decided to take my father’s advice. The next day at school I waited for him to come up from behind me again. I pictured myself like a praying mantis waiting to pounce on unsuspecting pray and this helped to embolden me. I walked ever so purposefully, with senses peaked. About halfway to my next class I felt a touch from behind. Before he could push me down, I turned around and threw down not only my books but a challenge in front of everyone. “You want to fight?” Now I knew I had him cornered. He had no choice, if he ran the other kids would ridicule him. I had him right where I wanted him. While the outcome was far from decided at this point, in my mind I had already won. The struggle ensued and the students from all around quickly formed a circle around us shouting what seemed like primal chants “Get him”, “Punch him in the face”. Why else would people want to see a fight if not for the primal nature within us? I had him pinned to the ground in short order. My knees were on his shoulders with his face exposed. I raised my fist to strike a blow, caged my arm and with all my heart and soul asked him in my most serious pre-teen voice and eyes wide open piercing into his “HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH OR DO YOU WANT MORE!”  Thankfully he said “I’ve had enough”. Whalen predicts this outcome “Compared with love messages, fear messages are far more powerful. People react far more extremely to fear messages. It makes sense that we would rather avoid harm than seek gain.” (pp. 52-53). I let him up and waited for him to extend his hand. We walked away. In hindsight I was the victor and victors should show good will. I should have extended mine to greet him. Perhaps I was so wrapped up into the relief I felt. The feeling was equivalent to being “born again”. I did it! My father’s advice worked or so I thought at the time.
I recently encountered a “bully” at work during a time where I was struggling to maintain my focus on the task at hand. This bully is one that likes to stir the pot and agitate which is similar to the push in the back and run scenario I just described. While we didn’t have a physical altercation, my survival instincts kicked in and I told him that “I don’t have time for this…ESPECAILLY FROM YOU!” The results were similar. He left me alone…at least for now.
In both situations, I achieved the results I was looking for. But what if…what if there was even a better result that could be achieved. Sure, I was left alone. But what if instead of being left alone I could’ve had my best friend back (by the way we haven’t spoken since but recently connected on Facebook again after all these years!). What if my co-worker and I could develop a closer relationship? Maybe that is what is fueling this behavior? The yearning to have a closer relationship and they just don’t know what skills to use to accomplish their goal? I’ve already reconnected with my schoolmate Jim via Facebook. My co-worker will be a difficult under taking and may not be a cost effective endeavor (in terms of how much energy I’ll have to expend) to try and reach him. He is likely a person McKay, Davis and Fanning (2009) describe as having a propensity “to keep large parts (of your true selves) withheld.” (p. 26). “Large parts” is concerning in that for me this paints a more than average challenge to an already challenging environment. This challenge I may have to pass on for now.

National Chess Championships 1979

      My cousin Steve taught me to play chess one night when I spent the night at his house in 1974 in Bradenton Florida. I was 10 years old and in one evening I knew how all the pieces moved and could play a very basic game with my cousin. I had a natural taking to the game and was overcome with excitement when I found that one of my neighbors the same age as me had older brothers who were into chess! His older brothers taught him how to play and suddenly we became best friends. When we entered High School we joined the Southeast High Chess Club together.
We traveled all over the state of Florida playing in high school tournaments, and while we were not the best players on the team we continued to progress in skill level. By the middle of our sophomore year we were permanent fixtures on the starting team and earned varsity letters. During the same period our high school team became well known across the state as a chess powerhouse. We were neck and neck with the perennial State Champions Plant City.
            

       That year, 1979, both Plant City and our school received invitations to play at the National Chess Championships in Philadelphia. WOW! Did we have some fun raising money for that trip! The school and our parents were abuzz with excitement too! Our chess coach made all the arrangements (God Bless Mr. Lippert) and within a month we were off to the City of Brotherly Love!  We were to travel on Amtrak from Tampa to Philadelphia on a 24 hour trip. Pretty cool for a high school sophomore right! That is if you stay away from the fish served in the galley restaurant! I was okay when we arrived at the hotel that evening until I brushed my teeth. I knew then something wasn’t right. My first match was 8 am the next morning.
            When I woke up the next morning I was green. I couldn’t keep anything down. How could this happen! My mind scrambled for solutions. I sent a teammate to find me some medicine to keep things down. I was determined I was NOT going to lay in bed and forfeit my first match. This was a once-in-a-lifetime event and I WAS NOT going to give up. 7:45 time to head down stairs. My teammates tried to reason with me as I carried my bathroom garbage can with me to the tournament lobby. I checked in and the person at the check-in table asked me what that can was for. I told him I wasn’t feeling well and that I needed it “just in-case”. I don’t recall if I had to use it in front of him, but he let me pass and told me which table to report to. The lobby was massive. There must have been over 200 tables and I was a part of this history! I found my table, had a seat and placed my garbage can next to me. My opponent arrived within minutes and positioned himself at the table, looked over the pieces and then looked at me as my head rose from beneath the table. “Are you okay?” I replied “I’m not feeling so well at the moment but it won’t keep me from playing.” 45 minutes later I had my first victory! That evening after winning two matches and drawing even with one that went late into the night (1230 a.m.!), my teammates applauded my effort. I had garnered the most points of anyone on the team that day (5 points out of 6 points possible). A sophomore that was literally green! They were amazed…I was exhausted. This experience hardened my determination to succeed. It isn’t a pretty story about determination, but it is my story and a story of what I am about. Never give in and give all to the team! This attitude developed then and is still with me today. I from this story I have discovered that I have a very strong “Performance Orientation”. Yukl (2013) describes this as “What you do is more important than who you are…and individual achievements can be an important source of status and self-esteem. Accomplishing a task effectively can take priority over individual needs or family loyalty.” (p. 367). My wife has difficulty with this because I will put an assignment above family needs (of course only if they are not urgent), but this is very true to how I approach tasks.
            Before beginning this assignment I had no idea how rich my pre-adulthood experiences were and I am thankful I had this opportunity to record them and understand how they have helped shape me into who I am today. I am learning more every day about myself and all I can say is WOW! Each day brings new excitement!



References:

McKay, M., Davis, M. & Fanning, P. (2009). Messages: The communication skills book. Oakland, CA:  NewHarvinger Publications, Inc.

Whalen, J. (2007). The professional communications toolkit. Thousand Oaks, CA: Sage Publications.


Yukl, G. (2013). Leadership in organizations. Boston, MA: Pearson