We live in a Facebook nation. This is a fact that must be acknowledged. It’s not just teenagers or young adults, either. Many in my 40something age group turn to Facebook to share ideas, thoughts and family events, as well as completely and utterly mundane garbage that belongs in your head or your diary, but not for the world to be bothered with. I often wonder if Mark Zuckerberg, one of the five co-founders of the social networking website, thought that adults would use Facebook to share such important things as “Tough day, heading for a beer and to bed”, or “My best friend Debbie Marie rocks, she is my true soul sista”, or when you see a post that says, “I hate bossy people, please “like” if you agree”. These are just some examples of the completely insignificant and totally self important things you see on Facebook. It seems we are getting to the point that every thought that enters our mind and every thing that we do must be rushed onto Facebook to legitimize it. When did we become such narcissists wherein we now feel that the world is awaiting every detail from our personal life and every thought we have on every subject. I saw a post several weeks ago where an individual took a photo of the traffic jam he was in. Fascinating. Compelling. Who the hell cares?? Must we be connected to the whole world every minute of every day?? We all sit in traffic on occasion, what makes your situation so special??
In contrast to these and other inane posts, I greatly enjoy the inspirational quotes I see and the inspirational stories that people share about those overcoming odds and adversity to achieve a goal. That is great stuff. It lifts me up, and lifts us all up. Cute videos about animals or kids also resonate with me. These posts have merit and value because the poster and the reader are sharing something funny, interesting, amusing , thought provoking or inspiring. It is not merely an exercise in telling the world how important “I” am to it, but an attempt to connect to others in the world in a more compelling way. Looking outward rather than looking inward. Unfortunately, I have to wade through a series of whiny posts before I get to a story about a child who they thought would never see his 5th birthday who now is the star shortstop on his Little League team, or a girl who received a heart transplant at 7 and is now a champion swimmer. For it is these stories that make the world, make a country, make a community, make a life and make us human.
When I was a child (some time ago), my mother waited for my elementary school pictures to come in the mail with baited breath. Upon receipt, she tore open the package and examined each photo, commenting about the degree of adorabilty with each photo she eye-balled. Our next visit to my grandmother included these photos as a conversation piece. My grandmother would put on her bifocals, the pearl chain attached to the glasses so they could be worn stylishly, and closely examined each picture. She would have to dab her eyes by the time she got to the 8”x10” ones, followed by a pinch on the cheek and the serving of ginger bread cookies. This exercise continued every year, right up through college (and a few years beyond). But that was the extent of it. They got a lot out of seeing my growth from year to year, and it strengthened their bond. However, their attitude and behavior was complete apathy compared to what can be witnessed on Facebook. Have you seen these posts where the complete story of every child is told in its entirety, in pictures and in words? Endless and ceaseless photos of everyone’s perfect little angels. Somehow each parent has convinced us (well mostly convinced themselves) that their child is the cutest, funniest, wittiest, most articulate, most athletic, and most talented genius ever to grace a school system. Where have all the dumb and ugly kids who I knew so well as a youth gone? Believe me, I’m all for being proud of your children (I have two myself), however, we are overestimating the degree to which an outsider needs to hear minute by minute updates about little Tommy (actually, no one names their kid Tommy anymore, so let’s say little Dylan or little Noah or little Dakota). I frequently see photos posted by parents of their little darling on a swing set, imploring/begging you to comment on how their child is the apple of everyone’s eye. Then four or five suckers with a good heart and a high tolerance for pain comment things like, “Aww..”, “What a cutie”, or “She looks just like mommy, let’s get together soon”. Truthfully, although this sappy syrup festival gives me a cavity, it is not so bad. What I find interesting is that I have met some of these cherubs, and while they clearly have some of the qualities that their parents insist they have, I can tell you some qualities that they don’t possess, such as caring, sharing, empathy and the ability to be told “No”. The word “No” seems to be a foreign term to today’s parents. Believe me, your child can be told “No” and move on. Believe me, your child does not have to be made to believe he or she gets whatever he or she wants. So tell me that your child is the next Derek Jeter. You are full of bull, but ok, we all get excited about our children’s potential. Why not reach for the stars? But also tell me that they stopped a child from being bullied, that they shared their lunch with a schoolmate who forgot theirs or can’t bring lunch every day, or that they let a cold friend borrow a jacket. Tell me your child has compassion. My 10 year old nephew Daniel is cute, funny, athletic, etc. etc. But that is not why I am so drawn to him. Rather it is because he is so kind and so caring. He possesses a warm heart and a love and appreciation for family and togetherness. Our world has plenty of cute kids and smart kids, what we need are more kind kids.
In full disclosure, my two daughters (29 and 25) happen to be beautiful, smart, funny, talented, etc. etc. Of course, that fills their mother and me with enormous pride. But it the type of human beings they have become that makes my eyes water. Kind, caring and compassionate. Lovers of the earth and animals. Fair to all, with no sense of bias or bigotry. Willing to help a fellow human down on their luck or in distress, or who is just struggling with a situation. For example, about 3 weeks ago my wife, my older daughter Deborah and myself were in a Starbucks. As we went to our spot in the line, we noticed an older man standing at the part of the line where you pick up your drink, however, he had never been to the part of the line where you order. He was slightly disoriented and had a bit of an accent. He asked for help a few times, but the patrons became frustrated as the line was increasing, and the employees were overtly annoyed at this man. Eventually, a “manager” came over to explain about corporate policy, speaking in a curt and dismissive tone. As I wondered what to do to help this man, my wife and daughter were already plotting to overthrow the “manager” and assist this older patron. As we waited in the ever lengthening line, they began to whisper and point. I knew we were all in trouble now. Finally, when we got to the front of the line my daughter ordered for herself and the older man. Though I got stuck with the bill, I was amazed that Deb had taken the bull by the horns and taken action. Instead of being annoyed with this man, she wanted to help him. He was all alone in Starbucks, looking overwhelmed. She then proceeded to tell the man that his coffee was on the way. As it turned out, he knew exactly what he wanted, it was just that no one took the time to speak to him on a human level, to take the time to explain something calmly and slowly to someone who was struggling to understand what he was doing “wrong”. When his coffee arrived, he was so appreciative. He thanked my daughter and my wife for their assistance (he said nothing to me about footing the bill, but I digress). He left with a big smile. I had a big smile myself. I had raised my daughter to care, to be kind, to help someone in need. Truthfully, she has always been that way, but I like to take partial credit.