Don’t Count on It!

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Here’s a short message for kids and parents everywhere. Things don’t always happen the way they’re supposed to. Let me explain.

I recently stopped for a school bus. That’s not big news. It is an example of things happening the way they should. I was facing the bus and could see past it, noticing that the cars behind it had also stopped exactly as they should.

The lights flashed, the stop sign on the bus opened, and the safety arm across the front of the bus swung wide.

Four or five kids got off the bus. They ranged in size from tiny ones with outsized backpacks to some older ones. They came around the front of the bus. So far, so good.

Some ran, some walked in front of the bus and across the highway.

When they started across my lane, I started yelling at them even though there was no way they could hear me. They didn’t stop or even pause to look up and down the road. Fortunately, everything was working the way it should. Well, almost everything. I think the kids were supposed to look both ways.

Safety shouldn’t be delegrated;
it should be shared.

“Mr. Boomsma”

Sometimes, things don’t work the way they should. I can think of several ways that might have been the case. Several days later, there was a headline from a distant state where someone didn’t stop for a school bus, and a child was injured.

If we want kids to feel and be safe, we need to involve them. It wouldn’t be so bad for them to learn they have some responsibility for staying safe. A few seconds long pause to look up and down the road is just plain smart.

At the start of the school year, perhaps parents should meet the bus and ensure the kids do. I’d be happy if the bus driver kept the window open told the kids to stop and look–at least until they got into the habit. It’s been a few years since I’ve attended a school bus safety program, but I’d be thrilled if crossing in front of the bus was part of that curriculum. Safety shouldn’t be delegated; it should be shared.

Holiday Wishes…

Regardless of how (or what) you celebrate, best wishes for a meaningful and memorable holiday!

UPDATE on New Year’s Eve:

Happy New Year’s Eve! Since I’m not feeling terribly witty or creative this morning (I’ve been up since three and still wondering why), my New Year’s thought is, “Just when the caterpillar thought her life was over, she became a butterfly.” There are several variations of it, and it’s most commonly attributed to “unknown.” But it does seem like a pretty good thought starter as one year ends and another begins. An interesting corollary is “In order to become a butterfly, you have to be willing to give up being a caterpillar.”

Can You Follow This Logic?

I’ve recently been getting phone calls from the same unrecognized number 3-4 times daily–some well into the evening. I finally answered one out of sheer frustration. The caller pretended to be my friend, called me by name, and claimed he represented the C.D.C. Since the C.D.C. is not currently on my favorite organization’s list, that was not a move in his favor. If a phone call can be both annoying and funny, this one might qualify. I wish I had recorded it.

ME: I answered the phone only so you’d stop calling.

CDC: (After a hearty laugh) I’d like to ask you some questions.

ME: I’d like you to prove you’re actually from the CDC.

CDC: I can send you a text message.

ME: That won’t prove a thing. I want something in print.

CDC: Okay, if you’ll just give me your email address…

ME: Print means paper and ink. And I’m not giving you my email address.

CDC: I can do that. What’s your name and address?

ME: You must already have that; you’ve been calling me by name.

CDC: No, we only get phone numbers. I’ll need your address to mail you something.

ME: I’ve got a better idea. Put me on your do-not-call list.

CDC: I can do that.

ME: If you don’t, I’ll be reporting this number to the FTC. If you really are associated with the CDC, you’re still not exempt from federal law.

CDC: Okay, have a nice day.

I’ve wasted some time trying to figure this one out. First, if this was some sort of CDC survey, why was my specific input so crucial that he kept calling repeatedly? (Actually, it was obviously robo-dialed.) Second, assuming it was legitimate, was he that ignorant, or did he think I was? He’s going to prove he’s with the CDC by sending a text message from the number he’s calling from? He’s going to send printed information by email? How does that work?

Data has value. We need to be cautious about giving it away too quickly and easily. It makes sense to be a little cautious about who gets ours.

And just occasionally, it’s possible to enjoy the ride.

Just in Case…

“What makes life worth living? No child asks itself that question. To children life is self-evident. Life goes without saying: whether it is good or bad makes no difference. This is because children don’t see the world, don’t observe the world, don’t contemplate the world, but are so deeply immersed in the world that they don’t distinguish between it and their own selves.”

Karl Ove Knausgard

The holidays are fast approaching! For some, they are an opportunity to be around kids. For all, they are an opportunity to watch kids’ excitement.

Just in case you haven’t been around kids much lately, this is a reminder to watch them and consider joining them.

The End Is Always the Beginning

When I announced my “retirement” from teaching real estate last spring, I introduced the concept of “repotting.” (Spoiler alert: a friend told me to stop saying retirement and switch to repotting. “You’re just going to grow in a different place.”) Bear that in mind as I make yet another announcement.

On November 10, 2023, I inactivated my Maine Real Estate Broker License. It was a bit of a ritual–I’d stopped actively engaging in brokerage some years ago and had no intention of starting again. My joke was, “There are more fun ways not to make money.” That might be a different topic, although, at the time, the market was challenging. Besides, I could broker vicariously through the experiences my students shared.

That’s not to say that real estate–whether brokering or teaching–isn’t fun. I recently had a lot of laughs with my colleagues at my agency of record, the Mallet Agency in Dover Foxcroft. We recounted some of the funny things that have happened over the years. And I’ve often quoted, “The little joys of teaching are without number.” Sometimes I do roll my eyes when I say it, but it really is true.

So, after clicking “submit” on my application to change my license status, what happened? In one sense, not much. No grand chorus rang from the skies; the heavens didn’t open, there was no clap of thunder… In a very real sense, I’d simply officially made a life change that began some years ago. Every end has a beginning, and every beginning has an end.

So I left for Bangor but stopped at the mailbox. In it was a big envelope of thank you notes from some third graders I recently spent some time with. (It’s a long story; you can find the details here.) I also stopped to meet and visit a 94-year-old fellow in hospice. (It’s another long story; you can find the details here.) We had a great visit. I enjoyed his smiles.

As the day progressed, I seemed to have one positive experience after another. I had some canning jars to drop off at my Amish friend’s farm stand. It was another happy visit. I usually bring books for her sons, and their enthusiasm for them is both rewarding and encouraging.

I know that our “worldview” tends to influence what we see and how we interpret it, but I had to admit that a lot of good stuff seemed to be coming my way on this both eventful and uneventful day. We can attribute it to Karma or fate or the planets being aligned, but my last stop on the way home was the grocery store for a gallon of milk. When the fellow ahead of me was given his amount due, he jerked a thumb my way and said, “I want to pay for his milk.”

A day that started with an ending included lots of new beginnings. Or maybe just one. Maybe, for some reason, I started seeing the world a little differently. Today was a great reminder we have a lot of control over how we see ourselves and how we see the world. I may not be an official real estate broker any longer, but new beginnings are more important than endings. I’m just going to thrive and grow and laugh and enjoy in different places. I didn’t retire. I repotted.

Walter Boomsma (“Mr. Boomsma”) writes on a wide array of topics including personal development, teaching and learning. Course information is also available here!