Posts Tagged ‘chauvinism’

Donkey Down the Well

Monday, March 20th, 2017

The story of the donkey down the well is an old fable that I think of whenever I feel unappreciated or treated unfairly. I don’t know when or where this inspirational story originated, but it goes something like this:

One day a farmer’s donkey fell into his well. For hours the animal cried pitifully while the farmer tried to figure out what to do. His donkey was old, and the well was dry and of no use to him anymore. The shaft should have been covered up years ago. Now the farmer had a big problem. It would be extremely difficult, if not impossible, to get the old donkey out of the well. With a heavy heart, the farmer decided that it would be best to cover it up, donkey or no donkey. The animal would perish, but the farmer saw no viable alternatives.

He asked all the neighboring farmers to come and help him cover up the well. Each man grabbed a shovel and began to scoop dirt onto the back of the animal in the shaft. The donkey soon realized what was happening and cried dolefully. The men shoveled faster to hasten the end, and after a while, the donkey stopped crying. The farmer and his friends looked down the well.

To their surprise, they saw something unexpected. With each shovel full of dirt that had hit its back, the donkey had shaken it off and let the dirt fall to the ground around him. Then he had simply lifted his foot and taken a step up onto the newly deposited dirt. As the farmer and his neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, the donkey continued to shake it off and to take small steps up. After enduring many shovels full of dirt coming his way, the donkey was finally able to step over the edge of the well and happily trot off.

The Donkey down the well, photo courtesy of mylifeyoga.com

The Donkey down the well, photo courtesy of mylifeyoga.com

Moral of the story: Who hasn’t been the donkey at some point in life? I know I have. Now, whenever I find myself in that position, I picture the donkey and try to conquer the obstructions in my path. I look for opportunities that get me to where I want be rather than try to fight what is happening around me. Try it yourself. Picture the donkey, then shake off any unfairness, inequity, discrimination, intolerance, chauvinism, bigotry, prejudice, racism or bias and use them as a stepping stones to where you want to be.

 

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Walled-In is my story of growing up in Berlin during the Cold War. Juxtaposing the events that engulfed Berlin during the Berlin Blockade, the Berlin Airlift, the Berlin Wall and Kennedy’s Berlin visit with the struggle against my equally insurmountable parental walls, Walled-In is about freedom vs. conformity, conflict vs. harmony, domination vs. submission, loyalty vs. betrayal.

 

Pet Peeve

Monday, May 6th, 2013

tandem image 

I have a pet peeve. I cringe every time I see a heterosexual tandem bike team. Why? How many tandems have you seen with the woman sitting in front? Watching for many years I have seen exactly one such pair. Invariably, the man pedals in front, has a 180º view, and controls the handlebars. He is usually also considerably larger and blocks his partner’s view. Whatever happened to equality of the sexes?

My husband and my male friends tell me that the man sits in front to protect the lady. “The back seat is much safer,” they say. “The heavier person should always sit in front. That’s the way bikes are designed.” Well, if safety is the only reason, then why do I see fathers sitting in the back with their teen son occupying the front?  Surely, they don’t want their child to get hurt. I fail to buy into the safety concern as the prime reason. Besides, if bikes are engineered in such a way that the front seat is unsafe, surely our engineers could come up with a better design. No, I suspect it has something to do with old-fashioned chauvinism. What do you think?

But let me tell you about the one instance in which I actually did see the woman sitting in the front seat of a tandem. That afternoon, my husband and I were taking a leisurely walk along Shelter Island when I spotted a heterosexual tandem team ahead of us. Clearly, it was a woman who was pedaling in the front and a man doing his part in the back of the bike. You can image my joy. Finally, there was a man who was willing to relinquish the front seat to his female bike partner. I squealed with delight as I pointed out the sight to my husband. Fifteen minutes later, the tandem returned. Barely able to control my excitement, I ran up to the two bikers. “Congratulations,” I shouted to the lady at the helm, “This is the first tandem I’ve ever seen with the lady in the front.  How did you do it?”

After a brief and uncomfortable silence the woman replied, “My husband is blind.”

Since then I just keep my pet peeves to myself.

 

 

For a sneak peek at the first 20+ pages of my memoir, Walled-In: A West Berlin Girl’s Journey to Freedom, click “Download a free excerpt” on the home page of http://www.walled-in-berlin.com. Walled-In is a story of growing up in Berlin during the Cold War.