Thursday 11 November 2010

'Why not? Szathmáry. J (2010) Chapter Three



The next morning I woke up early and quickly got ready. I could hardly wait for him to arrive. The morning was fresh and filled with a sense of adventure as the sun sparkled through the branches of the trees. The sky was open, imposing its vastness with calmness and dignity.



He was already in the car park when I opened the back gate and stepped out onto the frosty gravel.


‘We are going to go back in time, close your eyes'--he said as he put his hand on my shoulder.


He gently squeezed my shoulder and I opened my eyes. We were at a reception of a single story building.


He took me to a large wooden cupboard and opened it. It was packed with a collection of walking sticks and different walking aids filled up to the brim.


These were left behind from children and grownups who didn’t need them anymore.'-He said, pointing inside.


'It was their intention to leave these behind in this cupboard. What is not visible to the eyes is that these people have left a lot more behind here. One of those things was their negative beliefs that held them back' -He said seriously.


He let go off my shoulder and stepped back to let me absorb what was presented to me.


'All those negative beliefs are just thoughts people keep thinking, they are man made and carried through and handed down over time by societies.' -He said breaking his silence.


'Beliefs influence the choices people make, the directions they take. Our beliefs trigger inner processes and manifest behaviours, which influence how we act, how we feel, how we move, how we engage with life.


Beliefs can be changed and they must change, as life is about constant change. Nothing stays still in life. Stillness is death.


You made me laugh once'-he said. 'Do you remember when you arrived to England and the headmaster was showing you around the school. The corridors and the classrooms were packed with standing frames, different kind of walking frames, wheelchairs and those high-tech, expensive special needs equipment, which cost thousands and thousands of pounds? He was very proud and asked you what you thought about them.


You answered without any delay. They will be good to be sent to a museum, as they will not be needed anymore.


I will never forget his face. I know that your comment was innocent and spontaneous, but this was not what he expected to hear.


I was listening to your effort of explanation to him, but he was not ready to hear it. You told him that by exposing the children with all of the equipment and using them from such an early age is detrimental to their progress. They put emphasises on disability and they don’t allow a platform for finding out their true, innate abilities, which could be and must be utilised and unique to each and every person.


In his mind the headmaster quickly came to a conclusion, which he found reassuring that you are Hungarian and you wouldn’t know about such equipment anyway and he turned his attention towards something else.'


He started moving with a fast space towards a long corridor and said-'First and foremost we are not dealing with the physical, as it is the end result of the process, we must attempt to influence a lot more things before we get to that.'


He turned around and he held my face with his hands- 'You must tell this to them.'

He gently slid his fingers off my face and continued- 'There is an ancient Toltec warrior saying: “Human beings love to be told what to do, but they love even more to fight and not to do what they are told, and thus they get entangled in hating the one who told them in the first place." and with that he opened a door which led us to one of the classrooms.

Picture: Michael Angelo Creation of Adam 'Hands' from Google Images

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