Monday, December 31, 2012

When helping people hurts everyone.


Imagine this scene:
Two mothers have their toddler sons at a park.  The boys are still quite young, no more than four years old.  One of the boys, we'll call him Sam, has a shiny new toy that he recently got for his birthday.  It's obvious that he loves this toy.  He doesn't want to let it out of his sight.  Unfortunately, the other boy comes over and takes it right out of his hands.  Sam turns to his mother, distressed.  She encourages him to share the toy with the other boy, who simply doesn't treasure it like Sam does.  Within minutes the other boy has dismantled the toy and scattered the pieces, then stands eyeing Sam's backpack to see what other toys he has.  Sam is heartbroken over the destruction of his favorite toy.  Sadly, his mother only gently reminds him that it is 'just a toy' and that it's more important that he learn to share like a good boy.  The other boy once again approaches and tries to take a toy but this time Sam yanks his bag away and holds it tightly against his chest.  His mother scolds him for not sharing, somewhat embarrassed by his behavior.  But Sam knows what happened last time and won't risk it again, so when the boy tries to take another one of Sam's toys, Sam wallops him.  His mother descends on him like a hawk, yanks the backpack away from him and hands it to the other boy who immediately starts sifting through it just as carelessly as he had with the first toy.  Meanwhile, Sam is getting scolded for not sharing AND for hitting. 

Who is the bully in this situation?  Who is getting taken advantage of?
I watched a scene almost exactly like this when I was first pregnant with Jett.  I was very idealistic at that time and had thought often about how I would raise my children to be respectful, generous, caring adults.  Of course I had all the answers.  Ha.  But when I watched this scene unfold, a flicker of rage grew within me.  Sam's mother was just doing what she felt societal pressure to do in that instance.  For one thing, no one wants to be the mother of the kid who won't share and who resorts to hitting.  But even if she had seen that he was simply defending himself, it wasn't her place to address the other child's behavior even though his own mother certainly wasn't paying attention.  Regardless of all the factors out of her control, I was upset with Sam's mother for caving to outward pressure when she should have been protecting her son.  Perhaps the scene would have unfolded like this:

Sam plays with his shiny new toy with great glee.  The other boy, let's call him Tim, comes over and tries to take the coveted toy out of Sam's hands but Sam's mother stops Tim gently.  "This sure looks like a fun toy, doesn't it?  It belongs to Sam here.  He got it for his birthday.  What did you get for your birthday?"  Tim looks up at Sam's mother and says something that sounds like "truck".  She continues, "Oh, a truck?  Did you bring it?"  Meanwhile, Sam stops playing with his toy and watches the exchange. Tim shakes his head.  He didn't bring any toys with him to the park.  He again eyes Sam's toy.  Sam's mother turns to Sam and says "Sam, would you like to share your toy?".  Sam is wary and clutching his toy closely.  Then he tentatively shakes his head no.  He's not ready to give up his prized possession just yet.  "Is there one in your backpack you'd be willing to share with him?"  Sam opens up his backpack and pulls out a different toy.  It's smaller and well-used, but Tim accepts it gratefully nonetheless.  Both boys smile timidly at each other and then play side-by-side for a while, Sam with his favorite toy and Tim with his newfound borrowed toy.  They are both content for the moment.  After a while, Sam's mother pulls him aside and quietly asks him again if he would be willing to share his new toy with Tim.  Sam mulls it over carefully, turning to watch the other boy play with his other toy.  Then he spontaneously nods his approval.  "But Mom, he can't break it.  And I want it back in just a little bit."  Sam's mother smiles at his directives and tells him that it is his toy, so he gets to make the rules about how and when it is played with.  Sam runs over and hands his toy to Tim, who lights up upon receiving it.  The boys play together for a while longer and then it's time to leave.  Tim gives the toy back to Sam and sings "Thank youuu!" as he walks back to his mother.  Sam's mother thanks him for sharing his toy and tells him that it was very generous of him to do so since he wasn't required to.  Sam beams with pride.
How would society view THIS exchange?  Would this mother be viewed as a deadbeat for not making her child share?  I have thought about this for over four years since watching those boys play together that one day.  Ultimately my husband and I have decided that we will teach our children that their things belong to them.  Gifts that they receive alone belong to them alone.  We do not require them to share their own toys if they don't want to.  We encourage them to share, but if their answer is no then that is the final word.  Eventually they seem to want to share their beloved toy, but they are not chastised if they never choose to. 

This is not to be confused with 'taking turns'.  Just because we don't force them to share their own things doesn't mean they don't have to share community property or wait in line.  If they receive a gift together, they must take turns and learn to share it.  If they are playing with a toy that belongs to a friend of theirs, they are required to take care of it or they lose the privilege of playing with it, and they are only allowed to play with it with the other child's permission and blessing, NOT just the permission of the child's mother. 
There are several lessons I hope they will learn from this practice:

1.  I have ownership of certain things.  I have control over how those things are treated by others.
2.  I do not expect to have control over things that do NOT belong to me.
3.  I will take care of the things I use whether they are mine or not.
4.  I appreciate when someone shares with me but I do not expect it or demand it.

5.  My toy, my rules.

I hesitate to share this only because I know how misconstrued this could be.  People might think this is a terrible practice, that I'll raise my children to be bossy and domineering and greedy.  But I do not think it is better to teach my children that they must share no matter what, even with children who do not take care of their things, nor do I care to teach them that if something they love is taken from them and destroyed that they should just lay back and get over it.  Because if I teach my children that this is how life is, I risk inadvertently teaching them to treat other children that same way.  They might yank a toy away from another child and say "You have to give this to me.  My mommy says we have to share." or they might break another child's toy and assume there will be no consequences and that the other child will simply have to 'get over it'.  I want to treat my children the way I want them to treat others.  I think it would be vastly contradictory to try to teach them to respect another person's property in one breath but then insinuate that their own things are not worthy of respect in another breath by telling them it's 'just a toy' when someone else breaks it.  If I will ever teach my children to respect other people and their property, I must first show respect for my child and his or her property. 
This really isn't a parenting lesson.  In fact, I'm going to shift gears entirely.  A few years ago, a coworker of mine had the terrible misfortune of a house fire that destroyed the home she and her fiance were going to share after their wedding the next week.  They lost the home completely as well as all the contents, including many of the things they had prepared for their wedding, gifts they had received early, and things they had brought together from their respective homes to put in the home they would share.  It was truly a tragic event.  A fund was set up for her and many people made donations to try to help.  Those of us who worked directly with her were just heartsick for her and the things that were lost.  We saw her struggle with the loss of many emotionally valuable things that simply couldn't be replaced.  We would have done anything to undo the situation if we could have.  But ultimately the donations and sympathy and good intentions were not what saved them financially.  It was the fact that they had insurance.  In fact, the donations they received were barely a drop in the bucket compared to what they received from the insurance company, without which they would've truly lost everything.  I hope that doesn't sound cold because it is merely the reality of their situation. 

I have floundered politically for a few years.  I hesitate to share my views with others not because they're so polarizing but because  I don't have all the answers and I'm learning new things all the time.  I used to be a bit more vocal, but I have learned a lot since then and have chosen to keep things to myself for the  most part.  This is not going to be a political essay in the sense that I'll identify with any one party.  This is merely my humble opinion on a few things that I feel I have learned.  I like to think that I've become quite open-minded in the past few years and because I have not affiliated with any one party, my pride has not precluded me from changing my mind on various issues.
Political disclaimer aside, we have arrived at the whole point of this essay.  Think about Sam in the first example.  He was forced to share what was rightfully his.  Tim took what didn't belong to him and treated it with no care, thereby breaking it.  He went for the backpack, expecting yet another toy.  And Sam's mother all along ordered him to share and to not value his things over the other child's enjoyment.  We could maybe all agree that it wasn't even the other child's enjoyment she was so worried about as the societal pressure to make her child share.  Finally, when Sam tried to defend his property from being swiped again, his mother again came down on him harshly, this time for refusing to share and also for hitting.  Sam simply could not win. 

Does this sound familiar?  Many, many people can identify with Sam.  They work for the money they earn to buy the things that they want.  Imagine how hard it would be to have the authority figure in your life (in this case the government) tell you that you have to share, no matter what.  So you do it, not necessarily cheerfully or out of good will; it is only because you are required to.  Then you watch as the very thing you worked so hard for, the thing you prize, is treated with no respect.  Your handout is taken, wasted, and then you are expected to give again.  This would make any rational person lash out in helplessness and anger, just as Sam did. 
But what if you were told that your things are yours?  That you don't have to give them away if you don't want to?  That you could do it as a loan, or you could place conditions on it, or that you could even assess first if someone would treat it with respect before sharing?  Would this make you greedy and bossy and domineering?  Or might it lead you to share out of goodwill like Sam in the second example because you have control over what is shared and the terms under which it is shared?  That's a hypothetical question I truly don't claim to know the answer to.  It's certainly something I have mulled over a lot. 

For every Sam (who responds negatively to being forced to share) there is another kind of person who doesn't mind it.  They see the need, turn a blind eye to the wastefulness when it happens, and share what they have because they believe it to be good and helpful, the right thing to do, the only conscionable thing to do.  But think again to my coworker and the house fire.  We desperately wanted to help her.  It wasn't FAIR!  She was down on her luck, she didn't deserve it, and everyone rallied around them to try to help.  But it wasn't what saved them.  It couldn't be.  We didn't have the resources regardless of how terrible we felt for them.  What if the city government stepped in and ordered everyone to chip in a certain percentage of their income because of this horribly unfair thing that happened that must be rectified?  Think of the outcry.  Because that was just one house fire out of numerous fires that summer alone.  What if we had a fire tax? No one should have to bear the burden of something so unfair alone, right?  Especially when it isn't their fault.  But then people who have a fire clause in their homeowner's insurance would strike that out.  No need to pay for it if the city will just tax the citizens to come up with the money instead.  People will see no reason to bear the burden of their own fire insurance if they are going to be expected to pay a portion of the costs of every fire that happens in the city.  As fewer people have fire insurance, more people will be completely reliant on the city to continue with the fire tax.  Each citizen will come to expect this treatment.  Soon it would be so prevalent that it could never be undone.  What started as an act of humanitarianism for people down on their luck has become an expectation by the people that they will receive the same treatment in a similar circumstance.  In fact, people who voluntarily paid for their own fire insurance while continuing to pay the tax on everyone else's fires would likely be viewed as a bit of a schmuck for paying for something unnecessarily when the government is giving it for free.  The people who initially cried out against the fire tax would soon give up and just go along with it.  If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. 

In other words, if you treat the people like Sam and force them to share, you will soon have a population of Tims who expect a handout.

There are a LOT of unfair things that happen in this world.  I'm not even going to touch on the things that happen in other countries because I've read lots of horror stories but I don't have a true understanding of what worldwide humanitarian efforts would cost us.  If we stick to America alone, there are lots of ways people find themselves down on their luck.  They are laid off, injured in a car accident, robbed, scammed, starving, drowning in medical debt, or yes.. they lose everything they own in a fire.  Terrible things happen to good people every day.  I die inside when I read about starving people, homeless people, unemployed or injured or mistreated people.. so much so that my human inclination is to bury my head in the sand and try not to think about it because it's so very painful to imagine their suffering.  These are legitimate causes.  There are so very many people who desperately need help that they may or may not be able to get for themselves.  It's cynical to think that everyone in desperate situations got there only because of the decisions they have made.  But it's naive and arrogant to think that we as a nation can help all of them.  It's hard to be pragmatic in the face of a sympathetic crowd, isn't it?  Almost impossible, actually.  Because the sympathetic person can so easily villify the pragmatic person and make them out to be cold and heartless money grubbers.  I know this because that's ingrained in me.  I give food and money to people who stand with a sign asking for it.  I make donations to humanitarian causes.  I weep when I see images of terrible suffering and I would give anything to help.  But I have learned that it's impossible to rectify all of the unfairness that people of this country and world face.  It's impossible.  To acknowledge that does not make us monsters.  To deny help should not make us villains. 
There are a lot of visualizations that attempt to demonstrate how futile it is for us to try to help everyone who needs help.  It would be difficult to describe them here.  But powerful as those visualizations are at showing the futility of helping people in their need, they don't even touch on the exponential effect of human motivation.  We as humans love freebies.  We love samples.  We love incentives.  We love gifts.  We love tax refunds.  And why not?  We'd be fools not to!  Who doesn't love free money? 

Exactly.

There is no way to accurately depict how much human motivation causes humanitarian efforts to fail.  I repeat, if people are forced to share their things or money with people who are getting it for free, those people who previously knew the value of working hard for their things will see that it's a lot easier  to not work for things and get them for free.  It's human nature.  If your favorite sandwich shop had two locations and you learned that the one you don't normally go to started selling their sandwiches at a quarter of the price the other place charged because it was in a neighborhood with a lower average income, how long would you hold out before going there to get your sandwich?  And once word got around, how long before the franchise with the more expensive sandwiches has to close their doors because they've lost their customer base?  Of course at first they would try to be competitive, but it would only be possible by laying off half their staff and skimping on ingredients.  The half of their staff that remains employed is expected to work longer hours at less pay.  The ones who are laid off get in line for unemployment compensation.  Now imagine this is happening throughout the whole country.  (Not too hard to imagine, is it?)  Unemployment skyrockets and the ones still working are being overworked even while their wages are being frozen.  The government tries to step in and help all these poor unemployed people who aren't as lucky as the ones still working (tongue in cheek), but there are just so many people who need the assistance that there is a public outcry that the government help by expanding unemployment benefits.  Remember Sam's mother?  She forced Sam to share because she felt pressure to do so.  We the people have the power to apply the very same pressure to our government.  So the government does intervene and forces everyone to share whether it's fair or not.  The employed people get frustrated because they have worked hard for the very things that the unemployed are getting for free.  And since not all of them value the help received because they didn't have to work for it or earn it, some waste it and then expect more help.  The government steps in and orders more 'sharing'.  The ones who are being forced to share are growing more angry and resentful toward the ones they are helping.  But the government has essentially told them that the things they have worked for are not really theirs so they see that only a fool would continue to work in conditions where he is expected to work longer hours and cover more duties for less money when his now unemployed former coworkers are getting payment for doing nothing. 
I feel like I'm just talking in circles at this point and I'm going to assume that my point has been made as well as I'm going to make it.  But ultimately this isn't me crying out against humanitarian efforts or taxes or socialism or anything that clearly defined.  What this is to me is the general realization that just like with parenting, where you will never teach your child to respect you or anyone else by taking away their rights and belongings and making them feel powerless, the government cannot make the citizens of a country respect said government or each other without first making those citizens feel that they have certain rights that will not be violated; that they can have possessions and ownership rights; and that they can earn money and give it away only to whom they see fit if they so choose.  In scenario 1, would you rather be Sam or Tim?  Sam had his things taken away and destroyed and he was rebuked for being angry about it.  Tim got to play with toys that weren't his for free and he was not rebuked for destroying them or for expecting more.  But in scenario 2, it was Sam who had the better toy.  He didn't have to let Tim play with it at all, but once he trusted Tim to be careful with it, he allowed him the opportunity.  There's nothing wrong with Tim in either scenario.  He's not the bad guy, just opportunistic.  But try to tell Sam that.  When forcing him to share, you have pitted him against the other boy and made him defensive and aggressive.  But grant him his rights and treat him with respect, and he's a different boy altogether.  Simply put, if the government makes it preferable to be Tim, that's what many people will choose to do.  But if the government instead empowers Sam, it will show every Tim that it's profitable to work for what you want because you can't have it for free.  I know there are at least a thousand shades of gray I couldn't touch on here, but I feel that this simplistic notion is at the very heart of our economic crisis in America today.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Thank you.

They say that a hard experience will show you who your true friends are. I had no reason to doubt this a week ago when I went in for a minor surgery. The surgery itself was not a big deal. Just a same day office visit kind of surgery. A partial uvulectomy. I expected to feel just fine in a couple days tops. Much to my annoyance, it has been a long and tearful recovery. And a terribly lonely one.

Today I (under the influence of a narcotic I must add) moped to a very good friend of mine that no one in our circle seemed to care how I was doing. Bear in mind that this drug tended to make me weepy and I was overly prone to feeling sorry for myself at that point. But I was genuinely concerned at the time that I must not even be likeable to fall off everyone's radar like that. She recognized that I was dosed at the time, so she gently steered the conversation to lighter things and had me laughing in two minutes flat. This friend is easily one of the busiest people I know, yet she has checked in with me every day.

She made me realize something though. I was being terribly self-centered. I was so focused on me that I failed to realize that the people who have checked in with me haven't done so because I'M so great. They've done it because THEY are. These are people who are consistently thoughtful to everyone around them. They've made thoughtfulness a habit.

As far as the friends who didn't check in, this is not intended to make anyone feel chagrined or chastised. I assume they're just a lot like me: sometimes forgetful or too busy or preoccupied with other things.

But I want to be able to say that's the old me. Hard experiences show you who your true friends are? No. Hard experiences show you how a true friend is. And what they do. Not because of who you are, but because of who they are. So thank you to those of you who have been a friend to me. In so doing, you have been teaching me so much about how to be a better friend myself.