{"id":1980,"date":"2012-11-19T18:36:03","date_gmt":"2012-11-20T02:36:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.katylee.com\/blog\/?p=1980"},"modified":"2012-11-24T22:13:18","modified_gmt":"2012-11-25T06:13:18","slug":"yielding","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/katylee.com\/blog\/2012\/11\/19\/yielding\/","title":{"rendered":"Yielding"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A simple act of kindness I saw made me realize how weak I am in living up to my value system.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s the scene:<\/p>\n<p>I attend an exercise class at the senior center 3 times a week. The room is packed wall-to-wall with about 80 people, mainly because the price is right &#8211; it&#8217;s a free community class. Attendees range from age 50-95 &#8211; my guesstimate &#8211; the average age maybe 65. The instructor is well over 50, maybe closer to 60. It&#8217;s a good way for me to start the day with stretches and slow pace aerobics.<\/p>\n<p>Lest you think these are harmless seniors*, the atmosphere actually resembles a junior high school. Everyone jockeys for position in the limited-size room. While it&#8217;s suppose to be first-come first-serve, all the regulars have an unspoken reserved spot. Try standing at someone else&#8217;s regular spot and you will feel the wrath of a mean stare, whispers behind your back and maybe even a reprimand &#8220;This is my spot!&#8221;, meaning &#8220;Move! And go find a place in the back!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>However, once class starts, your place is secure. Late comers have no claim to their spot, and no one moves a foot to accommodate.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s the few seconds event that powerfully changed the way I think:<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;re 10 minutes into the exercise and in walks a very slow, my guesstimate, 82 year old lady. Her regular spot has been taken and I took a glance around thinking, &#8220;Where is she going to fit in?&#8221; Now as the reader, before you read further, what are you thinking at this point?<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s what happened: Without hesitation, my friend in front of me kindly waved the lady over to take her spot, while she squeezed herself in the back corner.<\/p>\n<p>The incident took less than 10 seconds had me humbled in shame.<\/p>\n<p>Shame on me &#8211; not only did I not offer my spot, but that thought didn&#8217;t even occur to me &#8211; and that&#8217;s what bothers me. Had I even struggled with giving up my place, I think I would&#8217;ve done what my friend did. I&#8217;m probably 30 years younger than this lady, she belonged in the class more than I did, and still I had no thought of giving up my spot.<\/p>\n<p>The fact that I didn&#8217;t think of it as a possibility showed me how conditioned I am by my environment. I adopted the mindset of the masses that we must protect our turf, we play by certain rules&#8230;and I couldn&#8217;t think outside of that.<\/p>\n<p>Now if the teacher had made an announcement and asked if anyone would give up their place, I know for sure I would have done it. What does this say about me?\u00a0So I keep thinking of this incident and\u00a0analyzing\u00a0myself.<\/p>\n<p>I hate it that my actions are\u00a0determined by the values set by my environment rather than what is right.\u00a0I couldn&#8217;t react outside the box because I was conditioned by my environment. Compassion didn&#8217;t come to me naturally if it wasn&#8217;t somehow built into the system. And it&#8217;s decent people like me that contributes to what&#8217;s wrong in the world today.<\/p>\n<p>And it made me once again look to Jesus and love him, because his life was above and beyond what anyone would&#8217;ve expected.<\/p>\n<p>He gave up his spot for me, and much more.<\/p>\n<p>*Note: I am exaggerating a little about the seniors. They are really a nice bunch and I&#8217;ve made some friends there. But they are possessive of their exercise spot.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A simple act of kindness I saw made me realize how weak I am in living up to my value system. Here&#8217;s the scene: I attend an exercise class at the senior center 3 times a week. 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