My lips were chapped to the point that they looked like white dust, ready to blow away as soon as a gust of the warm air that was flowing out the car vent made contact with my lips. I did not even bother to lick my lips, because the cold weather made me fear that my tongue would stick to my face. My family and I were on our way home from my grandmothers house, during the cold winter months of December. I loved Christmas and who wouldn’t when you are a 6 year old little boy that is destined to have Santa drop off about 600 pounds of toys in a few days. As I thought about my future presents I looked out the car window and saw something I would never forget. I saw a large red sliegh flying through the air, with a large man navigating this airbound vehicle. My belief in Santa was confirmed on Christmas because before I went to sleep there were “O” presents under our Christmas tree, but when I awoke the whole family room was filled with presents.
Pretty much my whole life, just about everything my parents told me came true, so it was not hard to believe in fairy tales and mythical characters such as Santa, that my parents said were real. My parents demanded respect and it was expected that I follow their requests without question, so its not a surprise that throughout my childhood I asked very few questions. My parents were serious about respecting others especially adults and school work so it was not surprising that my bottom was often met by the loving hands of my parents when I veered off the course.
I don’t believe that my life is very different from the lives of many other people, so I think people can relate to my personal expereinces. Just like many other people I believed almost everything that I was told by my parents both fictional and factual things. I blindly accepted what was handed to me from my parents , close relatives and other adults because well…they were my parents and they taught that parents and other adults are people that I should said I should listen to and trust in. They were the ones who taught me just about everything. My other family members futher confirmed my trust in my parents because almost all my family and friends had the same belief systems, rituals, and they practiced the same religion. Trying to separate the fact from fiction was not a mental exercise that I frequently practiced. I was taught not to challenge authority, which would have been the perception if I ever asked the validity of what I was being told by my parents and others. Because of how I was raised I had limited abilities when it came to separating fact from fiction, determining reality, and other key analytic skills.
Of course like many people, as time passed I learned that Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the tooth fairy were not real. Unfortunately I did not learn that these myths were ficticious on my own, I often learned it from a friend or relative. I never learned to question reality or to question anything that was presented to me, I started to accept words from friends, family, and teachers as truth, without challenging their ideas.
But as I learned that certain myths were not real, I learned that the advice I received about the real world were subjective in nature. There were several periods in my life where I faced uncertainty, unemployment, and underemployment. I started to learn things about the real world that were not real, like having to go to college to make nice money, or if you do graduate from college you’ll get a good paying job. A common theme that made me realize that college graduation does not equal a great career and nice pay, were these letters I kept receiving from various businesses. These letters were basically the same in nature, even though they came from different businesses. The letters would always say something similar to this, “Unfortunately we are unable to hire you at this time. We have found other candidates that better match the qualifications we were looking for. We will keep your application on file in case a similar position opens up in the future.” During these times of unemployment, I could not believe that I was not selected for the hundreds of jobs I had applied for. I did what my parents, mentors, and teachers told me but I still could not find a job and it made me realize that times are changing, maybe the advice I was getting was outdated and that I should look for other reasons why I have been unemployed and underemployed. I also realized that their are many parts of my life that I have to define or make sense of by myself and my parents and teachers will not be able to define my life experiences for me.
I challenge people to look at the things they do, the rituals they participate in, the religions they practice and find out the origins of those things and figure out why they do what they do. Why is this important? So that an individual can learn the history behind things they participate in and determine if what they do is really worth doing. This process will allow a person to get a better understanding of their self and let them know if they are doing something because other people are doing it or because they choose to believe in it and participate in it.