The Best-Est, Cont’d
As was said in the last post, your quest to be the best (est) starts with “Love your fellow as yourself”. In order to properly “love your fellow”, you have to love yourself first. What fellow wants you to love them as yourself, if you don’t love yourself?
To love yourself begins with internalizing through constantly reminding yourself of the words of the Grandfather, “No one ever was or ever will be made just like you. You are a gift and have a gift. G-d gave you life and gave us you for a very, very special reason”.
In other words, you matter. You are not just matter, it’s you that matters.
You are here on purpose for a purpose. While you may not know your specific purpose, know this, It’s to do good by doing a good. So by endeavoring to always do good, you will accomplish your specific purpose sooner or later. You will accomplish it even though you may not know it. That’s okay because you’re doing good and that’s all that matters.
Always doing good by doing a good is like shooting an arrow at a target with a very large bullseye. Every good done is a bullseye.
The more good you do, the more you will love yourself, and be truly able to love your fellow.
Then you will be the Best-Est you. You will love being you.
When the great Rabbi Zusha was on his deathbed, He was surrounded by family, friends, and students. They saw him crying and asked if he was crying because he feared death. He explained that he wasn’t afraid of dying. He was afraid that when he died and met G-d, he wouldn’t be asked why he wasn’t more like Moses or Abraham; he would be asked why he wasn’t more like Zusha.
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Dear Fred,
A thought provoking post on being and loving oneself. What a lovely way to begin the day. Thank you!!!
Alison
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Thank you, Mr. Fox. The comment, “No one ever was or ever will be made just like you…” reminds me of Mr. Rogers’ (of Neighborhood fame) refrain to kids, “I like you just the way you are.”
It wasn’t until I was 12 or so that I realized that while I was never going to get great grades, I had some special athletic abilities and that enough folks saw me as “important” and worthwhile–even with my slow firing synapses, so that I could feel decent about myself. I’m grateful to those coaches, cops, and others who helped.
I don’t always remember that there are dozens of opportunities each day to pay forward the acknowledgement that each human I run into is deserving of respect and honor. Thank you for the reminder.
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Beautiful post Fred and great way to start my day! Best to you.
Thank You Catherine
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