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A Better Tomorrow

The Bigger Picture – Part 4

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BY SIMONE SMITH 

“You have to remember that one day will be your day. You can’t quit. “ –Author Unknown

Readers; how are you feeling this week? I hope that you continue to be inspired by all that is happening around you. I innerstand that at times, life is not inspiring; you would be surprised at where you can find inspiration. I have just started using this word innerstand; to innerstand is to have a full grasp of what is going on inside of you. It is to consciously go through life aware of why you are making the decisions that you are. Many of us are going through life unconsciously living; we are making decisions and acting instinctively. This is normal; but eventually this can become a problem. Having an innerstanding allows you to bring all of those thoughts, emotions and beliefs into your consciousness; it allows you to have control over your thoughts; those thoughts that can at times drive you crazy. This week we are going to work on bringing some of those thoughts to the forefront. I have a new goal city of Toronto; I want to help all members of the community have a better innerstanding of themselves. I want to remind you that this is not easy work. This work is emotionally, physically and mentally draining; but like anytime else, this hard work is going to pay off. I promise you this.

Let us start this week by working on expressing gratitude. I am a student and follower of Dr. Paul TP Wong. He has decided to live his life by helping others and providing them with the tools they need to get through life. The last few months I have been using exerts from his Summer Institute, 2013 Lecture 5: The Double Vision Strategy for Becoming Unstuck. For those who are interested, you can find more of Dr. Paul Wong’s ideas and philosophies at www.meaning.ca. What is gratitude? Merriam Webster defines gratitude as the quality of being thankful; it is the readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness. It is surprising to me at how many individuals I come across who are not grateful for what they have. They are too focused on the negative things that are occurring in their lives; this focus on the negative continues to bring negative in their lives, but many do not see this. I am going to get back to this point in the next few articles, but I want readers to understand that what you focus on amplifies. This is why it is so important to focus on the great things that are happening in your life. This is what gratitude is; focusing on what is great in your life and watching that amplify.

Let us go into how to start doing this. The first thing is to start expressing gratitude as a spiritual exercise rather than an instrument for happiness. Spiritual exercises are executed just like regular exercise, consistency brings the best results. It is building your spiritual consciousness; building your spiritual mind to focus on great things. Start by identifying three things that you are thankful for in a recent setback or difficulty. Being grateful during hard times is one of the greatest things that you can do. Why you ask? If you can be grateful when things are rough, what you are grateful for will begin to become your focus. Remember what I said earlier; whatever you focus on will be amplified. All those great things happening, aside from the negative, will come into the forefront of your living experience.  Take the time to express gratitude daily for the blessings you have received. It can be as simple as getting through the day and not getting into a car accident. Driving on these streets in Toronto is dangerous; I am grateful for everyday that I make it home safe and in one piece. Take some time to reflect for one minute before eating on reasons you are thankful for food. There are millions around this world that do not have access to food. There are families here in Toronto who are not fortunate enough to be eating a hot meal every night. We lose sight of our blessings because we don’t realize that even though we are going through hard times, there is someone out there who is suffering more than we are.

Again, this thing called life is not easy, but there are ways to navigate through it and make it tolerable for yourself and the people you love. Homework time; for the next two weeks, regardless of the bad that is occurring in your life, I want you to focus on all the great things that you have. Take stock in the fact that you are beautifully and wonderfully made; your experience is your own, and you have to make the best of it.

Stand strong people of Toronto! Stand strong!

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A Better Tomorrow

A personal search for meaning; a perspective on pain and pain expressed

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BY SIMONE J. SMITH

Every now and then, I segway to give my readers perspective on the reason why I have been writing this story for over two years in the Toronto Caribbean Newspaper.

For those who don’t know, the title of my column is called, “A Better Tomorrow.” I initially started to write this as a medium of inspiration; I wanted readers to know that even in the darkest of times, there is always a way to make tomorrow better.

I don’t know how many of you are familiar with the book, “Man’s Search for Meaning.” Psychiatrist and Neurologist Viktor Frankl (1905-1997) wrote about his ordeal as a concentration camp inmate during the Second World War. What he observed was that those who survived longest in concentration camps were not those who were physically strong, but those who retained a sense of control over their environment.

I bring this incredibly poignant novel up, because for many of us, the last few years also allowed us to observe the intricacies of societal behaviour. It was rough for us: families being separated, lockdowns, and businesses closing down. Of course then there were the countless deaths of loved ones, fear of sickness, mainstream media and governmental forces propagating messages of despair that kept us all in our heads, and out of our hearts.

What Panama did was prepare me for this pandemic. I know what it feels like to feel helpless, afraid, unsure of what the next day will bring. The pandemic was on a macro scale, but this experience became macro for me.

All throughout this, all I could do was hope for, “A Better Tomorrow.” I turned my pain into words, and shared these words with all of you. I also learned that all of us have ways that we share our pain with the world. It is not always an artistic beautiful expression; sometimes it comes out as anger, rage, abuse; all human beings, to some degree or another, develop ways of dealing with pain very early on. It is an innate capacity we utilize to adapt and survive this world. It is how we protect our psyche, and our emotions.

Our nature is very similar to plants; we shape ourselves and adapt to our environment. Those that adapt to their environment survive; they twist, torque, and reach in order to get the sunlight and nutrients needed. This can be difficult if you are a plant amongst weeds: there is so much more reaching that you have to do, and it is tiring. It takes something special to move you forward; something that reminds you that what you want in life is not impossible to get.

This is why I share my story. I do it to let readers into my world; have them experience my pain with me, and work with me through my recovery. We all have difficult circumstances in life, and there are those times where giving up is easy. I want you to take a second right now and think about one of your experiences that seemed impossible to overcome, but somehow you did it.

Think about how you felt once you had dealt with the rawness of the situation.

As you are thinking about your experience, I want you to think about how it is making you feel having to think about it.

It is all perspective; regardless of what has happened to you, placing it into perspective is very important. We have to find a way to navigate the noise, see past your current situation, create ways to deal with your pain.

I have learned that sharing my story has helped others open up about their experiences, speak through their trauma and come to terms with it.

I hope you take the time to answer some of the questions I presented earlier, but now, back to the story….

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A Better Tomorrow

For the first time in a long time I felt seen; The story behind M

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BY SIMONE J. SMITH

I sat in the steam room and reflected on my meeting with M. “He is so damn short,” I said to myself. He was no more than 5’2, tiny, but he did have a nice body. There was no way that I would ever get involved with someone who was 5’2. I shook my head. This was not the point; I was here because he said that he wanted to work with me, not date me. I had to keep my head on straight, but the way he looked at me, spoke to me.

I snapped out of my thoughts and went to take a shower. After getting dressed I joined M outside. He was waiting by the door on his phone. When he saw me, this scintillating smile flashed on his face.

“Hey Sim! I thought you might be a little hungry after our workout. Let’s go grab something to eat up the street. We can talk about the work that I would like for you to do.”

I was hesitant, but I thought to myself, what is the harm? I was hungry, and if he was buying, I would let him.

“Sure why not! You owe me after nearly killing me out there.”

M laughed and took my bag from me. “Let’s go Sim!”

He waved at the staff and we headed out.

We found a restaurant up the street, not too far from the gym. After we had been seated, the discussions just happened. We talked about everything. Family, where he was born, children. We had a lot in common, especially our love for Detroit. He had been born and raised there, and I had lived in Windsor on and off for 10 years. Some of my fondest memories were those years in Windsor, going to Detroit, working in Detroit, learning in Detroit.

Before I knew it, we had been talking for about three hours. I was four beers in and stuffed from my fish and chips. I looked at the time.

“What are your plans for tomorrow Sim,” M asked?

“Well, I am on my grind right now. I have had a rough few months, and I am trying to get my footing back. This is why we are here; you shared that you want me to help you with your work?”

“Well before we go there,” M replied, “Tell me what has been going on lately?”

I looked down and fought back tears. I wasn’t ready to speak on my recent calamities.

“Sim, it’s okay. Trust me! I have gone through a lot the last few years, and I know what it is like to shut down. Talk to me; sometimes you just have to get it out.”

His invitation to share moved me; I looked up at him and he was sitting there, looking at me. His calmness opened me like a flower, and I started to speak. I told him everything about Panama, my relationship with D, how badly things had been going in my relationship. Once the floodgates were open I couldn’t stop talking. After another hour I finally relented. I sat there quietly, mentally kicking myself for over-sharing.

“Sim,” M said after a few moments of silence. “We are more alike than you think. You see, there is a reason why I reached out to you. You are a beautiful soul, and it is hard to find people to relate to.”

M then started to share his story with me. He also had been in prison, and charged for the same things that I had been accused of. I listened keenly as he told me the experience, soaking up the fact that someone else got me, and understood what I had been going through. The shame. The need to hate myself for what I had done, the pain I had caused my parents, finally someone innerstood me.

We talked until the restaurant closed. It had to be one of the most impactful nights for me since I had gotten out of Panama. I felt seen.

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A Better Tomorrow

Things were about to get interesting, and not in a good way; The story behind M

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BY SIMONE J. SMITH

I will never forget the first time that I met M. He had asked me to meet him at a gym that he was training at down in the North York area. I remember being excited getting ready to go down there. I wasn’t sure why, but when I looked at the picture on LinkedIn, I was quickly made aware.

That skin…

Those lips…

Famous last words; shake my head.

When I arrived at the gym, I parked the car, and gave him a call as he had instructed.

“I’m here!”

“Amazing! I am coming out to get you. Are you dressed to work out?”

It wasn’t until right then that I realized that he had an accent. Was he American? Something about the slight twang in his voice made me nostalgic.

“I am dressed. I am coming in. Do I have to say anything to the person at the front desk?”

“Nah! I am coming out to get you.”

I turned off the car and grabbed my gym bag. Naturally, I had put on my tightest pair of tights, and one of my favourite crop tops. Not exactly a workout outfit, but I had no problem getting sweaty in this.

I made my way towards the door, opened it up, and stepped inside.

The gym was buzzing with noise; weights clanging, music playing, people chatting loudly. I looked around for M, but didn’t see him.

“Hey Simone!”

I turned around and standing in front of me was that handsome face, the beautiful skin, and those big, beautiful lips, on the shortest man I had ever seen. I tried not to make a face, but I don’t know if I held my surprise. The picture on LinkedIn must have been taken from a low angle, because he did not look short in the picture. He could not be more than 4’2. He actually was 4’2. Imagine how it looked with me standing in front of him at 5’9.

“Hey Simone!”

I realized that I had not responded.

“Hello M. Nice to meet you.” I couldn’t stop staring at the top of his head.

“You ready for a workout. I want to show you what I can do for you, and maybe you can help me. You are here to help aren’t you,” he said with a smirk?

I had to laugh. “Direct me to the change room, and I will be right out to help you help me.”

“Head to the back of the gym. The women’s locker room is on the left-hand side. I will be waiting for you.”

I made my way back smiling to myself. What was this little man going to show me? I was pretty athletic and had been working out for a few years. As I changed my clothes, I reflected on the fact that I had assumed he was tall. That was my own fault. I couldn’t blame him for his height. Plus, this was business. Nothing else. I looked in the mirror; “Alright Simone. Let’s do this.”

OMG!

The workout with M nearly killed me. He showed me a few simple things, and honestly it nearly killed me. After 45 minutes he had me sweating and on the floor.

“Wow M! That was amazing. I was here thinking that I was in shape. You definitely showed me,” I said laughing.

“Hey, don’t let my size fool you. I have made bigger men than you cry after working out with me. Go ahead and shower up. Let’s grab something to eat. Put some fuel in your body.”

“Nothing would be better.” M helped me off the floor and I headed back into the change room to get ready.

Well, that was certainly interesting. He had completely caught me off guard. That would not be the first or last time M did that.

Things were about to get interesting, and not in a good way…

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