To volunteer or not to volunteer, that is the question:

The Leader/Teacher asks for a volunteer, and the whole tribe goes motionless and silent.

Not even a twitch of a muscle or blink of an eye . . . even as if all have encountered Medusa . . . that monster, a Gorgon, winged human female with living venomous snakes in place of hair.

None dare Gaze upon  the Leader/Teacher’s face lest they turn to stone.

For some, this sheer FEAR of the unknown.

What will she do to me if I volunteer?

What if she calls on me, and I end up looking like a fool – not knowing the right answer.

What if I get assigned a task that I don’t like or don’t know how to do?

This is veritable social, emotional, and very personal ego GRIDLOCK!

As time passes (Each second seems an hour), it becomes a competition.

The loser will be the first one who flinches . . . or worse . . . who caves in and raises a hand.

If you’re that person, what will everyone think of you?

Who cares what “they” think about you?

Truthfully, it’s none of your business what others think of you, is it?

OMG! If you are THAT person, will they think of you as being a brown noser or teacher’s pet?

Guess what?

No one cares!

It’s just a game!

Go ahead!

Volunteer with vigor!

Your enthusiasm will be contagious and others will find themselves emboldened also to volunteer.

Your demonstration of Leadership “teaches” other to remember that they, too, are leaders.

In fact, EVERYONE is a Leader once they give themselves permission to be.

Lead on my friend!

Afterthought: I learned to volunteer early and often while in the Army, because I learned more and felt more engaged and relevant. I learned that volunteering fueled my growth, my knowledge, my confidence, and my Leadership abilities. It is in doing this that I decided that wherever I am and whatever I am doing with whom. The more engaged I am, the more relevant I am.

The below came to mind as I was writing this . . . How many of y’all had to memorize this in Middle School?


Speech: “To be, or not to be, that is the question”

(from Hamlet, spoken by Hamlet)
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere’d country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.

Published by Barry Owen

Strategist-CEO of Pareto Realty Real estate sales Professional Inviter-Facilitator-Practicer of Open Space Technology Opening safe space for people & organizations to self-organize around issues & opportunities BarryOwen.US Invite-Listen-Love

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