By Steve Walker
In last week’s debut
column, “Just a Thought” I shared many of my memories growing up labeled a
“Dumb Kid.” I also pointed out that was
not unique to me, since I discovered many of my former students and their
friends suffered the same indignation I experienced growing up.
I address the problem
because it is a serious issue many young people are forced to deal with growing
up that sometimes has serious and deadly repercussions. With all the recent
shootings of elementary school students and other schools around the country,
it is obviously a problem. I would point out being called names and suffering
putdowns like I suffered does not automatically translate to crime and
retribution on others. Sometimes it causes us to reevaluate and use the
experience as a learning situation for good.
I reiterate that baring my
soul is a healing process on my own history of suffering, rejection and verbal
putdowns. I feel comfortable sharing my pain with others that they may realize
they are not alone in this.
In my 26-year teaching
career which I alluded to last week, I mentioned that I encountered many
students and others coping with the same affliction of low self esteem and
rejection. It appears to be universal.
What is particularly sad
is that many of the negative comments made to them and me were not necessarily
from people who didn’t like us. Many well intended individuals say things all
the time that they do not think are negative and have no clue that they are
wounding someone they actually care deeply for in this world.
Many seem to believe that
they are protecting us from disappointment rather than hurting us. Well
intended but hurtful just the same. For the record this is simply a historical
narrative, not a pity party.
When I was in grade school
at a local Catholic
School where I attended
three and a half years from 1956-1960, I was stood up in front of the class one
day by the well-intended nun who was my teacher. As an 8th grader,
the Sister asked the class to pray to St. Jude, patron saint of hopeless cases
for me.
She actually said, “Let’s
pray for Steve to St. Jude. He is a hopeless case.” That made my day I can
assure you. It will live in my memory until the day I die. When I am really old
(optimistic) I may forget most everything but not that incident! I will also
admit to this day, St. Jude is not my favorite saint! That one still smarts
even as I write this recollection. Ouch!
But I got over that one
until as a junior in a public school in Massachusetts ;
the counselor informed my father I wasn’t smart enough to graduate high school!
Surprisingly, I over came that one as well. As a poster boy for low
expectations, I have done exceedingly better than predicted.
As a college graduate with
a Master’s Degree, I served 30 years in the Army Reserve, was elected to the
Balcones Heights Council for eight years and the President of the Harlandale
ISD Federation of Teachers. And the best of all, I am a columnist for La
Prensa!
I only share my experience
to encourage others who have suffered the same fate. I believe it is not where
we start but where we end when all is said and done.
As always, what I write is
“Just a Thought.”
Steve Walker is a Vietnam
Veteran, former Journalist and Justice of the Peace. His La Prensa column “Ask
the Judge,” ran for two years.
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