Being IMPACTED…The “Lost Child” Story…
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I was lucky to have my camcorder ready to record Guy (one of our AMP Facilitators and a mentor of mine) telling this short, animated, moving story…
The thing that really moved me was how IMPACTED Guy allowed HIMSELF to be.
So often, we as men are supposed to move through life stoically, not really affected by anything…
When I saw him share this, I was moved, not only by the story, but by how fully Guy allows himself to be IMPACTED by this experience he shares, in AWE of such a commonplace experience as a woman temporarily losing her child…
It had me look at my relationship to my OWN experiences in life. Would this have been just “some Mexican lady who lost her kid”?
Or would it have been an extraordinary, beautiful experience of the love between woman and child?
I constantly strive in my life to allow myself to be moved, impacted, penetrated by my life experiences…because my life feels RICHER, FULLER, and DEEPER as a result.
And, of course, my question to YOU:
How fully do YOU let YOURSELF be impacted by your experiences?
The answer to that question determines how RICH your life actually is, versus how DEAD you are…
BTW, if you’d like to learn more about Guy, check out these videos (and learn about his year-long AMP-style facilitator Training Program, the TCLT) — http://AuthenticManProgram.com/TCLT
Bryan
BTW, Something HUGE — that we’ve been working on for the last 6 months is coming at the end of this week…a NEW OFFERING from AMP – about accessing your Sexual Power. Watch your email…
Leave a Comment, and tell us: How fully do YOU allow YOURSELF to be impacted?
June 4th, 2009 at 6:35 pm
Yeah? SO?
Can you go overboard with this “Sensitivity” stuff? Guy was blown away. Cool. Great reaction for HIM.
I remember one day years ago I was driving my phone truck on a suburban street, and there was a two-year old boy walking along the side (no side-walks) so I pulled over, jumped out, picked him up, and realized he had come from the home about 50 yards away, where a family of Mexicans lived.
I took him there and asked if he belonged there, and they got really excited and very thankful, just like Guy describes in this video.
They were happy to see the little guy, and I was happy to return him with no damage. (I had kids of my own that were still small.)
I felt good, and I felt their feminine and Latino excitement, but I didn’t get dramatic about it.
Once, years ago, I was driving in downtown Los Angeles, and I was stuck in a long line of cars waiting to turn right, and I heard an engine revving behind me, then a car shot out and around and down the street, straight for a line of pedestrians crossing with their green light during OUR red one. I saw the car’s brake lights come on, then go off, and he slammed into the very heavy line of pedestrians, scattering them all over. A cop tried to direct the traffic around the fallen, and one guy almost ran over the head of a lady who was lying in the street. THAT impacted me for at least a week. And that made me not want to be so impacted by anything again, unless it was very pleasant.
Returning the kid was pleasant. It felt great. I was aware of the emotions of the mother and others. I could feel them. I was happy. They were happy. It felt good. What more would you want?
Is there something here you are wanting to say?
June 4th, 2009 at 8:58 pm
I think it’s a difficult sell here. From Guy’s story, it sounds like a fairly dramatic situation (or at least the mother’s actions/reactions were dramatic) and I think it would be difficult NOT to be impacted by such a thing happening.
What I get from the video is how much Guy allows himself to express how moved he was by the situation rather than how open he was to being impacted.
With Jim’s situation, it sounds less dramatic to me - like the kid just wandered off and the family hadn’t noticed yet. Certainly they were excited and thankful but if they hadn’t actually noticed he was missing, the strength of their emotion isn’t going to be the same - and certainly not compared to the traffic accident.
June 5th, 2009 at 7:12 pm
It’s amazing how easy it is to trip over a button, or run up against an edge, and not recognize it.
I’m a lot older than most of the guys on here, so I have had a lot more time to be bombarded with messages regarding how “inadequate,” or how “insufficient” I might be, and how just buying this or that will be sure to fix me.
And, unfortunately, that was just how I saw this. Do you want to be alive, or do you want to be dead?
Yeah, when we all know, or should know, that there is absolutely nothing wrong with any of us, and none of us really needs anything to be who we already are.
That said, all Bryan was offering was, “Hey, look at this. This guy, Guy, really feels.”
Well, we all feel.
Sometimes, feeling is a problem, not an answer, and that is shown by “collapsing” into emotions as described in the AMP materials.
Sometimes, being in control is good, as is shown in the AMP materials on walking the fine line in “integrity.”
Sometimes, as Bruce Lee so ably described, it is good to just “surrender” and “lose yourself” in the experience, because the mind just gets in the way.
I can see how it might be a great ride to get in touch with a panicked woman’s emotions, believe me, I was married to a Latina, they have some powerful ones. Just as sometimes you need to stay more balanced, and be the one who saves the day.
What I see here is that AMP is offering a way to get to that highly developed, or simply, wonderfully remembered level of “feeling,” where life is AMPed to the max, but you are still in control.
Now THAT sounds pretty cool.
Makes me wish I lived in San Francisco. Or had the money to visit any time I pleased.
I’d sure like to be there next Tuesday.
June 8th, 2009 at 1:45 pm
In response to the first Jim’s statement. Yes, I feel there is something that Bryan is trying to say here. He’s trying to say that, no matter what the experience, good or bad, it’s a great feeling to actually recognize that experience. Your pedestrian massacre experience was a bad one. True. But why would you want to NOT be impacted by something again unless it was good? MUCH good comes from bad events. I’m sure if you had really looked, there were probably several people trying to help the struck victims. We need to be in the moment, recognize that moment, process that moment and share that moment. That’s what makes us human. We are social creatures.
I used to live about 50 feet from a very bad accident corner. Usually minor accidents, but there were a few very major ones. One night around 2:30 AM I was awoken by an extremely loud crash. I sprung from my bed. I knew it was gonna be bad just due to the horrible sound it made. As I neared the corner I saw a huge SUV and a little Hyundai compact car about 30 feet apart as they had just hit head on. My brother came running up the street behind me and I directed him to check on the SUV. I tended to the small car. As I came up to the side window I saw the airbag had deployed and the woman driving was knocked out cold. There were no passengers. Her car was smoking bad and there was metal, glass and fluids everywhere. My brother came back and said the couple in the SUV were doing ok and they were out of the vehicle. I tried to get the woman’s door open but it was crumpled and wouldn’t budge. I ran to the other side and pretty much the same thing but there was a small gap in between the door and door frame. I reached in with my fingers and pried the door open and actually moved it so hard that it flung back against the front fender. As I had been trained in CPR I had my brother help me remove the woman. When we got her to a neighbors front lawn she came to and asked how her son was. I thought she was delusional at first. Then I looked back at the car. There was a huge hole in the front windshield on the passenger side.
About 25 yards down the street lay her little boy. I ran up, but as I neared I knew the outcome. I checked for a pulse. None. His body was broken. Dead. there wasn’t a thing I could do. Police and fire began to arrive. I had to go back and tell this woman that her son was no more. She cursed him for refusing to put on his seat belt. She was furious. Then, like the difference of night and day, she screamed like I had never heard anyone scream and an ocean of tears came gushing out.
THAT moved me. As I write this right now, I am crying. This happened 8 years ago.
When I tell this story to the occasional person, I get very emotional and excited. I relive it. I felt that mother’s pain. As bad and horrible as it was, it was a beautiful experience. Here’s why : it let’s me know I’m alive; a living breathing human being with emotions and feelings just like every other person. It’s very spiritual in a sense. I am no less of a man because I can relive that moment and bring myself or another to tears. In fact, it helped me to see that I am more of a man because of it.
June 16th, 2009 at 5:39 pm
any changes coming ?