A few years back I had the opportunity to hear a Desert Storm veteran talk about morality. Kind of strange to hear someone who had actually killed people speak on the topic, but the story he shared presented a very important distinction between two types of morals - relative and absolute.
A small group of he and his fellow soldiers were advancing on an enemy front in the Iraqi desert. The enemy had secured some sort of base and was unaware of the advancing American unit. They moved meticulously to avoid being discovered by the Iraqis, and after several hours were within site of the enemy force. The surprise attack was immanent, as well were the deaths of many enemy soldiers.
However, as careful as they were to advance unnoticed, a small Iraqi boy inadvertently stumbled upon the platoon, presenting the Americans with a significant moral dilemma. Would they let the boy go, knowing he would return to his countrymen and alert them of the attack? Or would they kill him, prevent his message from reaching the enemy and preserve their element of surprise?
It is here that the distinction between relative and absolute morality guided their decision. Human casualties are part of war, and is something that every soldier has to come to terms with at some point. During times of war, relatively speaking, certain human casualties are acceptible. However, knowingly killing a young, innocent child becomes an issue of absolute morality, an act that under no circumstances is acceptable.
As the story goes, the platoon allowed the child to go, began their attack early, and eventually succeeded in their original mission by defeating the enemy force. In a world of absolute morality, they had done right.
As a coach, I'm fortunate not to have to make life or death decisions in the literal sense, but I've learned that the ideas of relative vs. absolute still ring true when it comes to success.
When I first began coaching in 2002, the team I inherited was horrible. Generally speaking, it takes about 200 points to win a conference championship meet, and in a conference of 8 teams, we had placed dead last for several years and were lucky to score 5. In my first year as head coach, we followed suit by doing just that, finishing last and scoring in the single digits. It might seem that with such an abysmal performance there was no success, and in part that was true. In absolute terms, the team was not successful. However, looking at a few individual performances, it was apparent that some success was achieved...relatively speaking. Several athletes had performed at higher levels than they had before, jumping further or running faster. At competitions where previous teams had quit, we competed hard until the final race was over. All the while, our competitive spirit was noticed by other teams, and ultimately more talented athletes were interested in becoming part of our program.
The next season was a little better. We moved up to a 5th place conference finish, and we even had an athlete qualify to compete at the National Championship meet. After this season that I convinced the team that if we recognized relative success and worked to perform better than we had in the past, that eventually our success would be absolute. The team bought in, and it worked.
Fast forward to three years later, and we came home from the National Championship meet having placed 7th. In a few short years, we had gone from conference bottom dwellers to a national powerhouse, absolute success.
I was reminded of this philosophy again today with an athlete that I currently coach. After the weight throw competition, I noticed that an athlete was being particularly hard on herself and I wanted to help her reflect positively on her experience. Given that she has just started to learn the implement this year, and is still struggling with some fundamental techniques, frustration is inevitable. When I asked her what specifically she was so frustrated about, she shared she was upset she hadn't won. I was taken aback. Here is an athlete who struggles with basic movements, is in the beginning stages of learning the event, and is upset that she can't beat people who have been honing their skills for many years. It had never occurred to me that she defined success so singularly, and winning was her only barometer.
So I shared with her the story of the previous team and the idea of relative and absolute success. She needed to understand that today success might be measured by throwing a few centimeters further than she had yesterday, and tomorrow throwing a little further than today. I explained that she must be happy with this relative success, and with enough of it, someday her success would be absolute. Some day, she would be winning competitions. All this time she had been striving for the top rung of the ladder before she had barely climbed onto the first.
Success rarely comes by windfall and is rarely absolute. If we measure ourselves against the best in the world without understanding the years of hard work and dedication they took to get there, we will be set up for failure. By looking at success relatively, we see each rung of the ladder, and can strive every day to reach higher and higher. Eventually, we will be the best in the "world", however we decide to define it.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
I Must Be Getting Old
Phrases like “in my day” and “when I was your age” aren’t anything new, but lately I’ve been using them more myself and its frightening to think I might becoming a cranky old fart at the age of 34.
Last semester the local papers extensively covered the contract negotiations between the University of Illinois’ graduate teaching assistants and the University of Illinois. Teaching assistants play a vital role in the educational process of major universities across the nation, picking up the slack for tenured professors who, aside from educating undergraduates, also perform vital research in the field of their expertise. From teaching classes and conducting review sessions to grading exams and papers, there is no doubt that their work is essential to a university such as Illinois. It came to my surprise, however, when last semester the teaching assistants threatened – and then did – strike over what they felt was inadequate compensation. Even more surprising was the fact that they were unionized, and actually had the power to act on such tactics.
I was once a graduate assistant, and know first hand the sacrifices and difficulties that come along with such a position. Imagine working a full time job where your pay comes in the form of an education, a few meals a week, and maybe (if you’re lucky), a small monthly stipend of a few hundred dollars. I, like many others wishing to land a good collegiate coaching job, was happy just to get such a position. Even with the low pay and long hours, the lure of making a career out of something you are passionate about draws huge pools of applicants and the competition for these positions is tough. These jobs have become something of a rite of passage for those wishing to coach full time, and a way to weed out those that are less than 100 percent committed to the field.
Before the contract negotiations last semester, these part-time teaching assistants at the University of Illinois were compensated with tuition, health benefits, as well as salaries on the order of more than $13,000 a year. Taking into account the value of graduate school tuition and health benefits, it could be argued that they were paid approximately $27,000 a year for their part time position. Keep in mind that school is in session only about 28 weeks out of the year, and all of the sudden (at least in my opinion), this doesn’t seem like too bad of a way to spend two years of your life.
A few things to note about the financial situation currently facing the University of Illinois:
Despite this economic climate, described as “grim and worsening” by interim President Ikenberry, their union had the audacity to act on their threatened strike.
More frightening than the dire financial woes currently facing our institution is the attitude shown by the young people making up our teaching assistant population. More and more younger generations seem to feel a sense of entitlement, sometimes viewed by the older set as spoiled kids used to getting whatever they want. In the past, older generations could always fall back on the “wait until they get to the real world” philosophy, knowing that stomping your feet and holding your breath might work with parents but falls short in the professional world. No, the most unnerving thing happening here is that the University of Illinois teaching assistant union couldn’t see past the financial tumult of the times and shoulder their share of the fiscal responsibility. Rather, they threw the equivalent of a pubescent tantrum when they didn’t get what they wanted. In the “real world”. And it worked.
Last semester the local papers extensively covered the contract negotiations between the University of Illinois’ graduate teaching assistants and the University of Illinois. Teaching assistants play a vital role in the educational process of major universities across the nation, picking up the slack for tenured professors who, aside from educating undergraduates, also perform vital research in the field of their expertise. From teaching classes and conducting review sessions to grading exams and papers, there is no doubt that their work is essential to a university such as Illinois. It came to my surprise, however, when last semester the teaching assistants threatened – and then did – strike over what they felt was inadequate compensation. Even more surprising was the fact that they were unionized, and actually had the power to act on such tactics.
I was once a graduate assistant, and know first hand the sacrifices and difficulties that come along with such a position. Imagine working a full time job where your pay comes in the form of an education, a few meals a week, and maybe (if you’re lucky), a small monthly stipend of a few hundred dollars. I, like many others wishing to land a good collegiate coaching job, was happy just to get such a position. Even with the low pay and long hours, the lure of making a career out of something you are passionate about draws huge pools of applicants and the competition for these positions is tough. These jobs have become something of a rite of passage for those wishing to coach full time, and a way to weed out those that are less than 100 percent committed to the field.
Before the contract negotiations last semester, these part-time teaching assistants at the University of Illinois were compensated with tuition, health benefits, as well as salaries on the order of more than $13,000 a year. Taking into account the value of graduate school tuition and health benefits, it could be argued that they were paid approximately $27,000 a year for their part time position. Keep in mind that school is in session only about 28 weeks out of the year, and all of the sudden (at least in my opinion), this doesn’t seem like too bad of a way to spend two years of your life.
A few things to note about the financial situation currently facing the University of Illinois:
- The state of Illinois currently has the second worse credit rating in the nation, and this year the University has received only 7% of what is normally allotted from the state.
- Recently, a hiring freeze has been implemented for all vacant university positions. Many departments will have to continue to maintain their high standards with less personnel.
- All university employees will be forced to take a salary reduction called a “furlough” resulting in a 2 or 5 percent reduction in pay for faculty and administrators, respectively. Teaching assistants are not affected by this action.
Despite this economic climate, described as “grim and worsening” by interim President Ikenberry, their union had the audacity to act on their threatened strike.
More frightening than the dire financial woes currently facing our institution is the attitude shown by the young people making up our teaching assistant population. More and more younger generations seem to feel a sense of entitlement, sometimes viewed by the older set as spoiled kids used to getting whatever they want. In the past, older generations could always fall back on the “wait until they get to the real world” philosophy, knowing that stomping your feet and holding your breath might work with parents but falls short in the professional world. No, the most unnerving thing happening here is that the University of Illinois teaching assistant union couldn’t see past the financial tumult of the times and shoulder their share of the fiscal responsibility. Rather, they threw the equivalent of a pubescent tantrum when they didn’t get what they wanted. In the “real world”. And it worked.
25
A while back, facebook had this deal where you'd list 25 radom things about yourself. Even though I thought it was dumb idea to post it on facebook, I wrote my list kept it to myself. Now I'm posting it here, but since it's a blog, it's cool.
I am well aware of most of my limits, mainly because I've gone WAY past most of them. Several times.
Life balance is an elusive concept for me. I guess I've never been much of a multi-tasker.
If the beer mile (google it!) were a seriously contested event, I’m fairly certain I would finally be a world class athlete.My sister thinks that we are 99% polar opposites.
I think she might be surprised at how much we actually have in common.
For the past 7 years, my full time job has been coaching collegiate track and field. Yes, it really is a full time gig, and no, I don’t also have to teach. I love it in the way that if I won 10 million dollars today, I’d still work 7 to 7 tomorrow without even thinking twice about it.
When someone asks me what my pet peeve is, I can’t even imagine where to begin.
I’d much rather beg forgiveness than ask permission.
It turns out I’m not much for compromise. For the most part, I do what I want when I want, and don’t do well when I have to take someone else’s feelings or agenda into account.
Commitment…yikes.
I’m pretty good at solving problems on the fly, and as such, I’m not much for plans or agendas. That being said, some of my most stressful times have come when I haven’t planned well enough. But dammit, stress sure can be exciting.
For the better part of my 20’s, I kept a journal. I still do now, but not nearly as often. It’s an unusual feeling to go back and read stuff from 5 or 10 years ago.
Ten years ago, I would have told you I’d have it all figured out by now. Turns out, the only thing I know now is that I have no idea what “it” even is.
I’ve filed taxes in four states – Pennsylvania, California, Wisconsin, and Illinois. That list will grow longer.
Helping someone else succeed is, without a doubt, the most fulfilling feeling I know.
A few years back, I had three athletes qualify for the NCAA National Championship meet. One decathlete, one triple jumper, and one long jumper. None of them were ranked first going in, but all of them won the national championship in their respective events. That was a good day.
Most of my life has been immensely happy and rewarding, but the summer of 2006 might have been a few of the happiest months of my life. I wish I had the insight to realize it at the time.
I hate cold weather. No…seriously…I HATE cold weather.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve never felt comfortable in a church. However, I’ve had the opportunity to see some of the most beautiful and inspiring things in nature, and that, more than anything, has convinced me that somebody up there is running the show.
I trust that everything happens for a reason and everything works out in the end. If it hasn’t worked out yet, then it’s not the end.
Road trips are awesome. There’s no greater feeling of freedom than cruising down the road, not sure of where your going or what you’ll do next. Many of my most fantastic experiences have started out that way.
My entire extended family lives within 15 minutes of each other near Pittsburgh and get along remarkably well. However, my sister and I still managed to find lives hundreds or thousands of miles away.
I’ll take a small college town over a big city any day.
My parents are cool people and look great for their age…let’s hope that runs in the family!
I find it tough to be happy with what I have right now. It seems that I spend a lot of time wishing I still had something I left behind, or looking ahead for something bigger and better.
I make a conscience effort to be exceptional with even the most ordinary tasks. Not necessarily exceptional as in the best, but exceptional as in not following the status quo. One of my biggest fears is being just another typical guy in the crowd.
I still miss her.
I am well aware of most of my limits, mainly because I've gone WAY past most of them. Several times.
Life balance is an elusive concept for me. I guess I've never been much of a multi-tasker.
If the beer mile (google it!) were a seriously contested event, I’m fairly certain I would finally be a world class athlete.My sister thinks that we are 99% polar opposites.
I think she might be surprised at how much we actually have in common.
For the past 7 years, my full time job has been coaching collegiate track and field. Yes, it really is a full time gig, and no, I don’t also have to teach. I love it in the way that if I won 10 million dollars today, I’d still work 7 to 7 tomorrow without even thinking twice about it.
When someone asks me what my pet peeve is, I can’t even imagine where to begin.
I’d much rather beg forgiveness than ask permission.
It turns out I’m not much for compromise. For the most part, I do what I want when I want, and don’t do well when I have to take someone else’s feelings or agenda into account.
Commitment…yikes.
I’m pretty good at solving problems on the fly, and as such, I’m not much for plans or agendas. That being said, some of my most stressful times have come when I haven’t planned well enough. But dammit, stress sure can be exciting.
For the better part of my 20’s, I kept a journal. I still do now, but not nearly as often. It’s an unusual feeling to go back and read stuff from 5 or 10 years ago.
Ten years ago, I would have told you I’d have it all figured out by now. Turns out, the only thing I know now is that I have no idea what “it” even is.
I’ve filed taxes in four states – Pennsylvania, California, Wisconsin, and Illinois. That list will grow longer.
Helping someone else succeed is, without a doubt, the most fulfilling feeling I know.
A few years back, I had three athletes qualify for the NCAA National Championship meet. One decathlete, one triple jumper, and one long jumper. None of them were ranked first going in, but all of them won the national championship in their respective events. That was a good day.
Most of my life has been immensely happy and rewarding, but the summer of 2006 might have been a few of the happiest months of my life. I wish I had the insight to realize it at the time.
I hate cold weather. No…seriously…I HATE cold weather.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve never felt comfortable in a church. However, I’ve had the opportunity to see some of the most beautiful and inspiring things in nature, and that, more than anything, has convinced me that somebody up there is running the show.
I trust that everything happens for a reason and everything works out in the end. If it hasn’t worked out yet, then it’s not the end.
Road trips are awesome. There’s no greater feeling of freedom than cruising down the road, not sure of where your going or what you’ll do next. Many of my most fantastic experiences have started out that way.
My entire extended family lives within 15 minutes of each other near Pittsburgh and get along remarkably well. However, my sister and I still managed to find lives hundreds or thousands of miles away.
I’ll take a small college town over a big city any day.
My parents are cool people and look great for their age…let’s hope that runs in the family!
I find it tough to be happy with what I have right now. It seems that I spend a lot of time wishing I still had something I left behind, or looking ahead for something bigger and better.
I make a conscience effort to be exceptional with even the most ordinary tasks. Not necessarily exceptional as in the best, but exceptional as in not following the status quo. One of my biggest fears is being just another typical guy in the crowd.
I still miss her.
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