“Who believes in me?”… A question I have often asked myself and at times had a hard time answering, just as I’m sure many of you have. Sometimes I don’t even believe in myself. How can I possibly say that? We should all believe in ourselves. Have faith we can attain our goals and achieve our dreams, but what blocks us from doing so? I’m a prime example of fear over running my life and letting it get the best of me. How do we, myself included, keep from living a “fear based” life in a fear based world? Turn on the news, the radio, open up a newspaper and all you see is trouble, sadness, and anxiety that brinks on paranoia. I try not to watch or read any of these things at this point in my life. The human race has become so focused on what is negative and fearful that we almost don’t know how to receive positive and good in our life. We don’t know how to accept “great news” for fear that we don’t deserve it, and something bad may be lurking around the corner. We walk around with the attitude that mediocrity is ok. That we are supposed to go to school, get a good job with “benefits” and live the same doldrum life until we die??? What about finding true happiness? Realizing what makes your soul sing and come alive!
Whenever I think of someone who always believed in me a loving, no GLEAMING, thought of my grandfather “Alvin” comes to mind. He called me “Hollywood” from the time I was a tiny tot. This was before I had dreams or aspirations to become anything at all. He always acknowledged something special about me and was never afraid to tell me. When I think back was really a rare thing in my family. He was such an amazing man.. The most loveable, fun and young spirited man I’ve ever met to this day. In his sixties he was watching “The Fresh Prince of Bel Air” and would keep me updated if I missed an episode. I still eat cinnamon raisin toast on a regular basis in his memory because when he was sick that was one of the few things he still had a taste for and we would eat it together. Grandpa lived a happy life and he was always whistling and smiling. And drumming on the wall while watching TV because he couldn’t sit still. I believe I may have inherited my attention deficit from him, but I’ll take it. When he became ill and thank god it was short and sweet, he would ask me.. “Child why are you still here?” You need to be off in Hollywood somewhere making movies!!! Well I don’t know about all that, but he meant it wholeheartedly. And it meant everything to me. Not because he was feeding my ego, but because he was preparing me for success. He believed in me. Children as well as adults need for someone to believe in them, it’s detrimental to their success. No one can tackle this world alone. When I need to pull strength from somewhere to be brave I ask him to come down and help me. And he does -just as he is helping me with this column.
Life is hard and if you let them, people can make it harder. The naysayers and the energy suckers want to take, take, take. Why not become powerful for giving? DING, DING DING – A NOVEL CONCEPT!!! Sure you can give yourself an ego boost by putting someone down, but wouldn’t it benefit the both of you so much more by bringing someone up? I have tried to make it a daily habit, thru much self awareness and lots of hard work. It is hard work to remain positive and loving!!!! And it is very easy to fall into a “defeat” pattern. But that’s not how the universe was meant to be. And that’s certainly not how I want to be. I want to be remembered in the most loving way just as I remember my grandpa Alvin.
So think back or think to the present about who believes in you.. Who has picked you up after falling down? First off THANK THEM if you can.. Then try to fullfill your universal duties by “paying it forward” and doing the same for someone else. In wrestling and in real life there are not enough people doing this. I hope to be the “light” in my business- why don’t you do the same in yours? Until Next Time.
Krissy
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geez, this column really touched me. the people who believed in me were my great grandmother and my great grandfather. they always wanted me to succeed in life and be the best i could be in life. they died last year, and it really affected me. my great grammy wanted me to be a singer just like her and my great grand daddy wanted me to be a wrestler. so, now i’m both.(: i love them for supporting me, even til the day they died. they used to come to gold’s gym and watch me train.(: i miss them, but i know they are okay now. i keep nothing but positive thoughts about them! wow, i got carried aaway.
I loved your text.
Who believes in me? Men, this is hard. My parents and teachers usually believed in my intelligence and I was told plenty of times that if I wanted, I could get a degree and have a good life. However I’m a girl who lived her school years without caring and even though my grades are good, in the University closest to my house my grades are only good to things that I strongly dislike and there’s no money to send me to another University. I could repeat some classes and get better scores, but my lack of will and the fact that I’m a eighteen year old that doesn’t have the slightest clue on what I want to do, are making me even more confused. So I’m living without doing nothing at all, because I just don’t know what to do with myself.
Its kinda sad, but the amazing thing about this, is that my parents STILL believe in me. They still think that I will be capable of making good decisions and have a good job.
That makes me happy, because i know they are there for me, but at the same time it scares me that I might disappoint them.
Maybe what I need is to be just one day isolated from everyone and everything and think wisely about how I want to live. Maybe then I can make a decision. But deep down I know that even if I don’t figure out my path, they will always help me.
This was a totally inspirational read and encapsulates my new years resolutions of wanting to succeed and not to give a crap about what “naysayers” want to say. I know my family believe in me, and if not anyway else, that’s enough for me. This article is a great incentive to keep striding on with the good work I’m doing in college and to escape humdrum and do what I want. Cheers Krissy. :)
gr8 one and just in time…i really needed to read this thx krissy
Wow…awesome article.I love it.So inpirational!THANKS KRISSY!
*Inspirational
Insperational that story almost brings tears my eyes you have no Idea how blessed you are my graandfather was the oppisite of yours he didn’t like me because my skin color was different than he wouldn’t even my grandmother come visite us for 19yrs til the day he passed away
My family and friends believe in and encourage me and I believe in myself. I believe that I can do absolutely anything I have a mind to do and I believe I can have whatever I want (Yes, Sheamus, you will be mine :P). I have had a LOT of bad times in my life an some issues are ongoing, but in my heart (if at times only deep down) I always feel the same. I had a dream once to travel/live/work abroad and when some others said “Why?” or “Why there?”, not understanding (except for my family) me for being different and having different interests that were stereotypically deemed “normal” for my age/gender/race/whatever, I paid it no mind and acheived ONE of my biggest dreams, not once but twice and now for over two years I have been living in the midst of a mission accomplished. Now on to the next thing! I am strong in my beliefs and live a life that doesn’t conform to what people think “everybody” is doing, which is something some people can’t understand and frankly makes them uncomfortable. I love myself and don’t envy others for what they have. I encourage others to always believe in themselves! Everyone is valuable and special and deserves the very best!
Sorry 4 the long post! Thanks so much for sharing, Krissy!!!