As a kid, my neighborhood was adjacent to a farm, and about half a mile from my house was a big barn. One summer day when I was about 8, I rode my bike to the farmhouse. Not seeing anyone I rode down the dirt road to the barn. Being a nosy kid, I walked on into the barn to see if anyone was in there; more importantly, I wanted to explore. Entering the barn was like stepping into another world: the earthy smells, the dry air, but most striking, the darknessâ€”much darker than the daylight. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out the drying tobacco plants hung throughout and the farm equipment lining the walls. About that time I was startled by the elder farmer walking in. We chatted for a bit, and I said, â€œit is really dark in here.â€ He thought for a minute and told me, â€œthatâ€™s true when you come in here from the sunshine, but when youâ€™ve been in here all day, you see the sunshine throughout the whole barn, in every nook and cranny.â€
That story stuck with me. Although the facts were identical to my version of the story and his, the stories were vastly different.
Itâ€™s easy to feel like you are in darknessâ€”to feel disappointed, and before long it is easy to feel like the victimâ€”like some grand conspiracy in the universe has targeted you. Maybe your story is that your boss is doing everything to hold you back. Truth is, life happens. How you tell the story makes all the difference.
Last year I read Manâ€™s Search for Meaning. In it, Viktor Frankl recounts the horror of the concentration camps and the utter fall from dignity that so many endured in which few survived. Like Job everything that â€œmatteredâ€ was taken from the survivors who were worked literally finger to the bone. In utter depravity and injustice, Frankl found that stripped of everything he had worked to build he was forced to tell the story to see the light.
â€œBetween stimulus and response, there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.â€
â€• Viktor E. Frankl, Manâ€™s Search for Meaning
No one said this journey would be easy, nor satisfying. But everyday the same facts are there. The difference is how you tell the story. How do you tell the story to yourself? How do you tell it to others? Donâ€™t tell the story of the victim, it ends badly. Look for the light and hope in the nooks and crannies, try telling that storyâ€”the story of the victor.
Thanks jpsphoto for use of the image.