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Sunday, March 6, 2016

Bullies on the Playground of Life


It’s 2016, the year of our Presidential politics and all that goes with it.  We’ve seen it before, but not usually when running for the most powerful position in the free world.  But there, played out on the TV news reports every day…a bully. Remember this guy?  Biff was a bully.  Click on the video clip for a reminder.
 

Like many people, I was bullied in life.  It was particularly dramatic for me from grades 7-9.  I rode a bus to school most days and used to get taunted, called cruel names, threatened with pain and death, punched, spit on, laughed at, kicked, and on one occasion beaten on the back of the head until it started to bleed and swell…while standing at the front of the bus next to the driver who did absolutely nothing to stop it.  And I did nothing to defend myself either.  It’s not that I was “chicken” or “yellow”, but rather the product of my upbringing.  

I was always taught to “turn the other cheek” and not to fight.  At one point, I even remember being taken to the home of one particular nemesis of mine after a nasty altercation on the bus, and being forced to “apologize” for any wrong I had caused.  It didn’t stop the bullying.  In the bully’s mind, it made me weak.
Eventually, we moved away to another town and, in my way of thinking, a new start.  These kids didn’t know me, so it was a fresh beginning.  I quickly made a few friends at Southland High School in Arbyrd, Missouri, and things seemed to be good…for about a week.  Then it happened.

As I was walking back to the main building on campus between classes, this kid came up behind me and started calling me names, pushing me in the back, laughing at me…the new kid syndrome I suppose.  I glanced back and noticed that not only was he trying to goad me into a confrontation, he was also a head shorter than me.  What!!!!????  Are you kidding me?

I walked up the front steps and entered the building with this knucklehead on my tail.  Unbeknownst to him, years of anger, belittling and head beatings began to boil out of my stomach and into my brain.  I had no intentions of enduring this again…ever!  

Just as he punched me in the back one last time I swung around and, like Billy Jack on the courthouse lawn, grabbed numb-nuts by the wrist, twisted it behind his back, and slammed his face up against the nearest wall.  Then without missing a beat got up next to his ear and in a quiet voice said, “If you ever touch me again…I will kill you.  Do you understand me?”  

“Yes”, came the meek reply.

I never had a problem with bullies in school after that day.  And neither did George McFly.

It was a watershed moment for me.  A small victory in the world of mean people.  And I came to the realization that there is such a thing as “righteous anger”.  Ever since that day, I have never cowered to a bully or failed to intervene when others were being bullied.  Now that doesn’t mean the episodes from bullies stopped, but it does mean I didn’t take it lying down.  And I’ve learned a lot of lessons along the way.  Here are just a few:

Bullies Have Low Self-Esteem
By bullying others, they are over compensating for not feeling good about themselves.  Perhaps they were bullied in the past, or perhaps belittled and pushed around at home.  Bullies tend to have bullies for role models, whether it’s a parent, sibling or other authority figure in their life.  They often don’t like themselves…who they are…who they have become.  And they take it out on others to make themselves feel superior.  Bullies are afraid of appearing weak.

Bullies Need Love Too
That may seem like a polar opposite, because we know that a person who bullies does not generally receive love in return (unless it’s fake).  But the fact remains that they have a desire to be loved just like anyone else.  The difference is they’ve not developed the cognitive coping mechanisms or social skills to give or receive the love they so desire.  They tend to not know how to reciprocate well when someone truly shows love to them.  Proverbs 25:21-22 tells us, “If your enemy is hungry, give him food to eat; if he is thirsty, give him water to drink.  In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head, and the Lord will reward you.” [NIV]

Bullies Always Look for the Weakest Link
Unless they are inebriated, most bullies don’t take on the Hulk Hogan’s of the world.  They look for the vulnerable…someone smaller, weaker, or who may appear to not be a part of the crowd they are associated.  They may verbally or physically abuse women, the elderly or children.  They make fun of anything and everything not associated with strength or mental fortitude.  They thrive on psychological and physical superiority and find it in those below their own peak of greatness.

Bullies Are Everywhere
It doesn’t matter whether you’re old, young, rich, poor, employed, unemployed, religious, or not.  Bullies can be found in every walk of life…even (and especially) in politics.  I retired from the U.S. Air Force at the highest enlisted rank of Chief Master Sergeant (E-9).  And yet, even as a Chief I encountered some of the worst bullies you could imagine among my peers.  In fact, I think the rank itself may have given them some kind of green light to act like total jerks.  After all….almost EVERYone was beneath them in rank and power.  And many of the junior officers above them were intimidated as well.  What a glorious place for a bully to find themselves!  

Bullies Respect Being Pushed Back
As bad as this may sound to my pacifist Christian friends, bullies who get pushback tend to respect that person more.  This works no matter the playing field.  If you don’t hold your ground they see you as weak and vulnerable.  Whether it’s the playground, or politics…bullies respect those who give as well as they take.  But there’s a difference between standing your ground and dishing out revenge.  They are not the same, and revenge is not Christ-like.  Jesus Himself was face to face with the Roman procurator, Pilate, who questioned him at the eleventh hour prior to death.  When he didn’t get a response, his frustration was evident when he said to Jesus, “Do you refuse to speak to me?  Don’t you realize I have power either to free you or to crucify you?”  Jesus stood his ground in His response saying, “You would have no power over me if it were not given to you from above.”  [John 19:9-11, NIV]  Although Pilate finally relented and gave him over for crucifixion instead of risking a riot, Jesus had gained his respect…tried to find a reason to release Him, and finally had a placard placed above His head on the cross that named him “King of the Jews”.  
 

Some might say, “You violate your Christian principles when you stand up to a bully”.  I beg to differ.  Whether it’s in the workplace, at school, in church or on the playground…by standing up to the bully you gain respect and quite possibly a friend in the long run.  By doing so, and then offering a hand in friendship and demeanor of kindness, you are demonstrating that there is a better way as well as a better outcome for you both.  You may not always win the fight, but you will certainly win the war.  There really can be ‘Peace through Strength’.  I only wish our politicians would heed the call as well.

Papa Chief

Monday, December 21, 2015

Time Marches On...



To say this has been an interesting year would be an understatement.  2015 started off with a bang and ended…well…much different than anticipated.  

I won’t bore you with the details, but after nearly a year of business travel, trying to balance work and home life…my company decided to downsize and eliminate my position.  So here I sit just a few days from Christmas and find myself unemployed for the first time since I joined the US Air Force in 1979.  

Being cognizant of my familial responsibilities, one of the first things I did was file for unemployment insurance.  That’s what you do when you’re unemployed, right?  That’s what BHO and the liberal left encourages us ALL to do, right?  I’ve paid into this program since the age of 16 when I took my first “real” job working the grill at Dairy Queen back in Paragould, Arkansas in 1975.  All told, I’ve contributed to this program for 40-years; a program designed as a bridge to help those in need during difficult times.

After filling out all the required on-line paperwork, and receiving a loadable debit card in the mail, I received notice that my income was “excessive” and I qualified for $0.00 in unemployment insurance.  To say I was disappointed in “the system” is an understatement.  I guess if I’d stuck with Dairy Queen for 40-years flipping hamburgers at minimum wage I would have qualified for assistance. The sad reality is that I would have been better off to put that money into a bank account for 40-years, collecting interest, and then have something to help with the financial crunch now.  Alas…all is not lost.  Perhaps I can turn the debit card they sent me into a Christmas craft project of some sort; maybe an ornament for the tree to remember 2015!

Before I sound all gloom and doom, however, there is some good news to go along with my unexpected situation.  In an attempt to bring our expenses down in line with our expenditures, we made the decision to pay off a large chunk of debt. Thankfully the Lord has blessed us over the years (as always) and we've made a few sound financial decisions along the way. So…no need to send me your left-overs from Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners.  And unlike some less fortunate folks, I’ve still got my military pension (for now) and we’re going to be OK.  God has blessed us immensely and the future is bright for 2016! And guess what...He is STILL getting His cut right from the top!

Which brings me to the headliners for the New Year…politics, war, and the continued ignorance of our government leadership.  You can read between the lines if you like; but this blog is supposed to be fun…not drudgery.  So the best thing I can recommend in order to keep your sanity is…watch the comedians.  They produce their best fodder during this season of political stupidity.  I have high hopes for SNL this year!

Merry Christmas!  

Papa Chief

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Cogitationes Autumni


Welcome to the Autumnal Equinox!  This year has gone by so fast.  I’ve been traveling quite a bit with my job, which I enjoy, but it makes the time slip away quickly.  As I’ve been known to quip…”I’m busier than a three-legged cat at a dog show”. 

The world seems in turmoil these days.  Whether it’s floods, fires, earthquakes, tornadoes, hurricanes, record snowstorms, heat waves or drought, it seems that our environment is always cooking up something amazing.  Add to that the crap that humans create on their own….wars, and rumors of wars…and it makes for some crazy living. 

So…with that in mind, I bring a few random thoughts for you to chew on (or not).  In no particular order:
  • People that behead other people for no particular reason other than to create fear on an international level are sick, pathetic and the epitome of pure evil.  Yes, I believe evil exists.  There is no hope to cure truly evil people….they are turned over to the devil and his angels (yep….I believe in those too).  But there is hope, because I've read the end of the book already.
  •  “Perception” is “Truth” for 99% of the population….whether it’s true or not.
  • Purple is the greatest color ever invented by God.  No, I am not gay.
  • Bacon is the greatest food item on the planet.  Either you like bacon….or you’re wrong.  I think God prohibited Jews and Muslims from eating bacon so that there would never be a shortage for Christians and atheists.
  • I inherited a “lazy eye” from my father.  I love my father.  I think my lazy eye looks retarded.  But having one gives me a piece of my father every time I look in the mirror.  I am grateful.
  • If my wife were in charge of designing all the states in the U.S on a map….they would likely be arranged in compatible shapes and neatly fit on a shelf in complimentary colors.  The shape of the U.S. would resemble a silk scarf blowing lightly through the earthly atmosphere.  Parisian artists would ask for her autograph.  NatGeo would try to find the source of her dyes.  The History Channel would create a documentary of her life.  HGTV would develop a designer series of planet beautification projects for the ages.  Organization and an eye for beauty are her forte....and I love it!

  • Cats show disdain for others….because they can.
  • Instead of angels playing harps….in my heaven, the angels are playing banjos.
  • Airlines should offer adult-only flights.  I’d likely pay extra for that.
  • I’ve never understood the purpose of either the mosquito or the fly.
  • My political views are often misunderstood by those who don’t take the time to shut up and listen.  The same is probably true of me when it comes to others political views.  We should all learn to listen more…and talk less.
  • There’s a reason they are called deviled eggs.  If bacon had an evil twin….it would be deviled eggs.
  • A dust devil has nothing to do with the devil…or evil…or bacon and eggs for that matter.  But they sure are cool to watch!
  • A dream to do something is only a dream unless you put thoughts into action.  Life is short….dream big….act now….savor the adventure.
Peace out!


Papa Chief

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

20,048 Days

Today marks the 20,048th day of my existence since birth.  It’s a milestone I’ve never achieved before, and will never experience again.  It’s a beautiful day here in the Valley of the Sun….a day to revel in the glory of God’s beauty as I sit and write about the majesty of awesomeness that surrounds me. 

Of course, the immediate question to my readers is, “What is so significant about 20,048 days”?  Here I sit…the day after Memorial Day 2014, the 27th of May, and all I can think of is my father. 

Dorsey Leon Crow was born on 12 May 1929.  He would have been 85-years old this month.  And yet, God chose to take him home on 1 Apr 1984….exactly 20,048 days after he was born.  Today, I am exactly the same age as my father was the day he died and went home to be with our Lord. 

I am filled with a myriad of thoughts and feelings about achieving this mark in life.  I’m certainly happy to be sitting here with so much accomplished over the years of which I can be proud.  I have a wonderful wife and we’ve been together for 36+ years.  I have four beautiful daughters, a couple of fine son-in-laws, and five grandchildren.  I have a church family that I enjoy being around.  I have had a great opportunity to serve our country in the US Air Force for 30-years, and now have a job that is both challenging and rewarding with some great colleagues to work with.  I have a comfortable home and I’m financially stable.  My health is relatively good, and I’ve recently lost several pounds.  There are many things to be thankful for, and I consider myself truly blessed.I am also profoundly sad and sometimes angry.  Sad that my father was taken from us so soon at the age 54.  Sad that he didn’t get to experience “a ripe old age”. 

Angry that he didn’t get to experience all that has happened with his family since that time.  Angry that we no longer have the benefit of hearing his wisdom when we need advice.  Angry that he left Mom to be alone for so long. 

It seems like it was last week when I heard my mother tell me, “Daddy’s gone”.  I cried out in anguish and was inconsolable.  My beautiful wife tried her best to comfort me, even as she mourned for him herself.  She quickly rushed me to the hospital where my Mom, brother and sister were consoling one another and we tried our best to provide support for Mom who was only 53 years old at the time.  She was, and still is, a very strong and beautiful woman; spiritually in tune with the Creator.  And although I know she had her private moments of terrible grief and despair, she always seemed to have an air of fortitude about her…knowing that Dad’s pain was gone and that he was worshipping at the feet of Jesus.  And…that she would one day see him again.

Dad was taken while I was stationed in the Air Force at RAF Upper Heyford, England.  I was a Security Policeman in those days.  A year later I retrained into air traffic control and remained in that specialty throughout the rest of my military career.  Dad never knew me as an air traffic controller.  And he never saw me rise through the ranks of a 30-year career. 

My girls grew up….married….had babies of their own and are making their way through life in various ways.  Although Dad was able to see them all before he left, he never saw what they became.  And though my oldest may have some faint memories of him, my three youngest do not, short of seeing photos and perhaps a video clip.  But he lives on in me, and the memories of my wife and extended family that knew him well. 

I’ve said nothing about this significant mark on my personal calendar to anyone.  It’s been somewhat of a black cloud hanging over my head for a long time.  But I’ve thought about it often…especially in the last year.  I sometimes feel cheated by Dad’s absence, but I often think he would have been somewhat proud of my accomplishments.  After all….isn’t that what we all want to hear?

Finally, his health issues and ultimate and untimely death has seared itself into my own lifestyle.  Dad struggled with being overweight, diabetes, high cholesterol and high blood pressure.  I’ve inherited his high cholesterol and blood pressure and have a propensity towards gaining weight. I’m trying to keep these things in check; mostly because of remembering my Dad and his own difficulties.  He worked hard….sometimes too hard I’m afraid.  So I try to remain calmer and enjoy less stressful situations as much as possible. 

Dad’s legacy was his musical talents, his love of his family, and his faith in God.  I’ve inherited many of these same things from Dad and for that I’m grateful.  He wasn’t a perfect father, but he was MY father…the only one I’ve ever known.  And I miss him terribly.

So here’s to you Dad!  I need your help to carry me past 20,048 days of life on this earth.  Together we will enjoin our spirits together and press on!  I still hope to make you proud.

I love you so very much!


Papa Chief