Cuantas veces muchos hemos vivido cosas parecidas mientras que esperamos en la línea corta del supermercado, contando los productos de algunos delante nuestra porque no sabemos controlar nuestra impaciencia. Acabo de leer esta historia en un blog de siquiatria en referencia a concentración y atención mental: “John a estado haciendo servicio por un periodo largo de tiempo en Afganistan y su estado mental esta tan afectado que sus comandantes en jefe preocupados por su salud, lo mandan de vuelta a que se recupere con la condición que tome por un par de meses unas clases de concentración y atención mental. Despues de pasar esos dos meses en la clínica y habiendo aprendido técnicas de relajación mental, John va a visitar a su familia, en el camino se para en un supermercado a comprar algunas cosas, cuando se pone en la línea que dice 12 productos o menos nota que delante de el hay una Sra con un bebe en sus brazos, pero también nota que en el carro de la compra lleva por lo menos 15 productos, y empieza a pensar lo desconsiderada que es la gente. Para colmo empieza a notar que la Joven cajera se pone a tontear con el bebe, haciéndole perder el tiempo, la sangre empieza a hervirle, y pasa ya algo impensable la Sra le pasa el bebe a la cajera. John ya todo tenso se queda pensando como es posible que haiga tantas personas que no tengan respeto por el tiempo de otros. John apunto de explotar y ya encaminándose a echarle una bronca a la Sra se acuerda de las clases y empieza a calmarse, usando las técnicas aprendidas. Cuando abre los ojos, ahora hasta a el le parece que el bebe es muy lindo. La Sra termina de pagar y cuando es su turno, le dice a la cajera, “ese bebe es muy lindo”, ella le responde sonriéndole “eso es lo que piensas?. Es mi hijo. Mi esposo murió hace un año en Afganistan y he tenido que buscarme un empleo a tiempo completo para poder seguir adelante, mi mama lo cuida durante el dia y me lo trae todos los días para que yo lo vea.” Ya cada uno que haga sus propias conclusiones sobre este pequeño relato, yo por lo pronto me despido de ustedes deseándole que si viven en Virginia Beach salgan bien abrigados que hace un frio que pela!!! Como siempre que tengan un precioso Jueves! Abrazos y Besos!!!! How many times we live similar circumstances while you wait at the short line on the supermarket, counting the products of the carts in front of you because we can’t control our impatience. I just read this story in one Psychologist blog in reference to mindfulness: John had been touring in Afghanistan and over time had developed a stress condition so severe that his commanding officer recommended him to take leave for a while. Part of the conditions for leaving was that he take an 8-week mindfulness course to deal with his stress. After 8 weeks, John learned how to become aware of the interaction of thoughts, feelings, and emotions that would cycle over one another and snowball him into a full blow stress reaction or a fit of rage. He was able to acknowledge when this was happening, bringing himself back to his breath and body, calm his nervous system, and respond differently. He was feeling pretty good about himself and his new way of relating to his stress and anger. On his way home to see his family, he stopped at a super market to pick up some groceries. As he began to check out in the 12 items or less check-out line, there was a woman in front of him holding her baby. The first thing he noticed was that she had at least 15 items which started to irritate him. He began to think, “I can’t believe people do this, it is so rude, what is wrong with this lady.” As the fumes continued to rise he noticed to check out clerk and the customer beginning to coo at the little baby. This only made his blood boil more. Then the unthinkable happened. The customer actually handed the baby over to the check-out clerk who continued to coo and smile at the baby. “Don’t these people have any respect for other people’s time? I hate this.” John’s whole body was in a knot at this point. Just when he was about to go up to the women and give them a piece of his mind, he remembered his mindfulness practice. He came back to his breath and noticed his body. He realized how tense his muscles were and gently began to roll his shoulders. When he felt more present and grounded he opened his eyes again. A new and different kind of thought came up in his mind, “this baby is kind of cute.” As the lady finished checking out, he walked up to the check-out lady and said, “That kid was pretty cute.” She smiled at him and replied, “Oh, you think so. That baby is my baby. My husband was killed last year in his tour in Afghanistan and I had to take a full time job to support us. My mom takes care of him during day and brings him by one time a day so I can see him.” And now everyone make your own conclusion for this short story, I for now will leave you wishing that if you live in Virginia Beach, please bundle up because it is FREEZING out there. Has always have a beautiful Thursday. Hugs and Kisses!!!
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 12:46:50 +0000
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