My First Reality Check at Being the 1%...Macedonia

(Lake Ohrid, Macedonia)

In the last 8 or 9 years my faith has grown in many ways. Obviously, experiences will do that, but I wanted to write about some of them and share why I feel the way I do. I will take the next few days and post one story from those travels both at home and abroad. It will be for anyone who happens to read this stuff, but also for my two kiddos. I want them to know more than I did at their ages.

The first time I flew on a plane was in 2010 when I went to work basketball camps in Macedonia and Serbia. I really, really enjoyed that experience, but it was in Macedonia that I experienced my first taste of what it meant to be in the 1% of the world population economically.

One night 4 or 5 of us coaches went out to eat at a small little restaurant in the town. The people there were very good to me and I had not paid for any food since I had arrived. Not because of me, but because of the Macedonian hospitality. They go above and beyond what is expected to make a visitor feel welcome.

On that night, my friend asked if I could cover the meal we had just finished and it was no problem at all!!! We had all eaten individual pizzas, drank soft drinks and some of them had a beer. I asked how much would cover it and my friend said $20 American dollars should do it. He went across the street, converted the money, then brought it back to me.

I asked how much to leave, thinking no way 20 would cover what we had bought, yet he grabbed some of the money from me and said that "this" would cover it.

It was about $15.

I was shocked.

So when the waiter came to the table, I just gave the whole thing which included a $5 tip. There was some conversing between my friend and this waiter as though there was confusion on the payment, then as it got straightened out, the waiter looked at me and thanked me over and over in Macedonian "Fala, fala!".

As we walked back to the hotel that night, I asked what was the big deal with the waiter and his reaction to the payment, I had no clue what happened.

My friend said "Coach, in Macedonia, we don't tip. You do the job, you get paid, but coach that guy probably makes $5 a day and you gave that to him in one tip."

With those words, it transformed how I saw everyone working on the side of the road while I visited.

I took a few hundred dollars with me on this travel and with only a few days left, I hadn't spent much of that money.

In those last three days, I tried to spend or give away as much as I could.

It hit me how much money I had compared to these people in Eastern Europe and I wanted to try and help any way I could while I was there.

It was a big smack in the face of what I had vs. many people in the world.

It was a big smack in the face of what I thought I did NOT have vs. what others did not have in the world.

That experience was the first step in helping me understand how well off I had it and has never left me to this day, and I will not allow it to ever leave me.

How Soon We Forget

Student cheer sections.

They rarely exist anymore.

There once was a time when the only thing to do in town on a Friday night was attend the local boys' basketball game, but today is a different time.

There are many more sports and there are many other things to do, so students often do not attend their classmates' athletic events.

It does happen, and we have a very good student section (when motivated) at Silver Creek.

The O-Zone.

Kids today...they often cross the line of what is appropriate or acceptable, we all did when we were younger and need to be reminded when to cross back over the line of acceptability.

But kids...if they don't attend athletic events are often critiqued that they don't have school spirit "like when I was in school".

But if they do attend, they do get involved, they do get passionate and loud and they do cross the line from time to time, they are attacked by adults on social media.

Kids do need guidance.

And I think it is relatively healthy to be disliked by other school communities because of the passion a student population has for its classmates, but for high school kids to be criticized in public by their own people...I just don't get it.

I do understand concerns and complaints, I have my own from time to time, but I don't get the idea of complaining on social media about a situation until it has been given a chance to resolve.

And to me, comments that I know to be untrue hurt the overall statement of any complaint.

Adding exaggeration does nothing but create a hostile situation.

Thanks to the students here who love their school, their classmates, and want to show their passion for that school.

How soon we forget what it was like to be young and enthusiastic.

Hope in a Hopeless Moment

I recently returned from Denham Springs, Louisiana.

That area and much of the surrounding areas were flooded recently and the situation there is dire and what seems like a long haul to overcome until any type of normalcy is established.

A couple of members of my family and I went down to take supplies and money that our church has raised. Our former pastor has lost his home, his church and is dealing with many members of his church who have lost everything.

And Wow! The idea of a flood is cruel. As the water rises slowly, it is telling all those that it is coming shortly and when it does, it isn't going to take your stuff, it's going to get it really wet and then leave it for you to throw out.

What you do then is go through your stuff and throw out your life. All of your stuff and memories end up piled on the lawn to be picked up and thrown into a landfill.

Yet the people in that area seem to have good attitudes about the whole situation. I'm sure there have been tears, feelings of hopelessness and it will probably get worse before it gets better. But there were laughs, smiles, and the sharing of what little people have. There are supplies starting to come in from all around the country and the people are not complaining...too much.

There hasn't been wide spread looting, or rioting over what hasn't been done or what hasn't been there to visit. The people have just gotten their hands dirty and are taking care of themselves.

They will get past this, it will take awhile, it will be hard, but they aren't pointing fingers, they're taking care of themselves and each other.

What Would Younger Me Think?

I enjoy both being a parent and teaching.

You are around the future.

Not just communally, but to see all of the potential things that these young people can do with their lives, it makes me somewhat envious.

Don't get me wrong, I love my life, I don't think I could do better than I have, but I see them and understand how they can do literally anything they want to do.

Then I think of myself as a young person and wonder if my younger self could see me what would he think?

Would I be the type of dad he'd want?

Would I be the type of human being he'd want?

It's crazy to think that the younger me is really me with time and experience.

I have never left me, I am right here and have been since the beginning.

What's Goin On?

Have you noticed that the discourse online is much worse than in real life?

What causes that disconnect with face to face interaction?

Why do we feel the need to "correct" others and do it in a way that would never change their behavior or mind?

Why does this bother me so much?

Why can't I let go of social media all together?

But I Can't Say "No"

This morning our SCHS Lit teacher, Mr. Paul Hankins, gave my two children some gifts.

The gifts?

Books.

There are a couple of things I cannot say "no" to when it comes to my kiddos.

One is when they ask to play outside. They don't do it enough and seem to always want to be involved with technology within the walls of our house.

The second is "Can I buy this book?"

How in the world could I say no if my kids want books? I can't.

And gifts...even more easy to say yes.

Thanks again Mr. Hankins.