How “holey” is your life?
In response to an earlier post about perseverance, a friend of mine shared a story from her childhood.
One of her English teachers corrected mistakes on submitted homework in an unorthodox way. She punched a hole in the paper when she found a spelling or grammar error. Before returning work to her students, she held each paper up in the air in front of the class. Everyone could see by the amount of light shining through holes on the page how well, or poorly, each student had performed. No holes—good work. Holey homework—ouch.
My friend said, “I learned to spell really well.” She wanted to avoid public humiliation.
We were all horrified when she told us this story, and I don’t recommend it as a teaching method, but it made me ponder. Imagine if we could plot our lives on paper, and imagine if we punched a hole in all the places we made choices we regret. Imagine if someone held the paper up for all to see.
How holey would your life be? And how motivated would you be to make better choices?
In the end, it might not be such a bad thing to be able to say:
“I learned to live really well.”