Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I can’t rhyme,
How about you?
Even though my rhyming skills may not be
superb, I know of a man who’s made a life out of it.
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Dr. Seuss.
The quirky names, the rhythmic beat of the sentences, the colorful drawings and the twisting tales appeal to children, teaching them how to read while enjoying it at the same time.
The quirky names, the rhythmic beat of the sentences, the colorful drawings and the twisting tales appeal to children, teaching them how to read while enjoying it at the same time.
The books appeal to adults, too. The life
lessons one can learn from Dr. Seuss do not stop at a certain age.
Horton Hears A Who reminds us to be kind
to each person we meet.
If I Ran The Circus shows us having big,
crazy dreams are always
allowed.
And Oh, The Places You’ll Go teaches
us we all have something special to offer this world.
My favorite, though, happens to be Green
Eggs and Ham.
Published
in 1960, the story follows the furry character Sam-I-Am as he
persistently asks his unnamed friend to try green eggs and ham.
Sam-I-Am presents hilarious scenarios to his friend such as eating
with a mouse in a house or foxes in boxes all in an attempt to get
him to take a bite.
Sam-I-Am’s persistence ultimately teaches us
all a valuable lesson – you never know until you try.
Certain moments in Dr. Seuss’ life can be
said to have inspired this book – or at least show us what can come
out of trying something new.
As an English major, Dr. Seuss attended
Oxford, hoping to please his father by becoming a professor.
Oxford bored him, though. Dr. Seuss met
his wife in 1926 and married
her in 1927 instead of completing his degree.
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In 1960, Dr. Seuss’ publisher wagered
that Seuss would not be able to write a book using 50 or fewer words.
The final product? Green Eggs
and Ham – one of the bestselling children’s books of
all time.
These two instances perfectly exemplify what
Sam-I-Am tries to teach.
If Dr. Seuss had never gone to Oxford, he would
have never met his wife.
If his publisher had never challenged him, Dr.
Seuss quite possibly would have never created Sam-I-Am.
As a child, I loved Green
Eggs and Ham for its short, imaginative sentences,
outlandish questions and absurd food choices.
As a college student, I love the book for the
reminder that sometimes it is good to take a risk.
Drastic changes in life really scare me. If I am comfortable with how I am living my life, I have a hard time breaking myself of those habits. The idea of doing something without knowing the outcome paralyzes me.
Drastic changes in life really scare me. If I am comfortable with how I am living my life, I have a hard time breaking myself of those habits. The idea of doing something without knowing the outcome paralyzes me.
I like being in control of my life. I like
planning and making schedules. Every night before going to bed, I
look over my planner, pack my backpack, check the weather and lay out
my outfit for the next day. Some may call it OCD, I call it
preparedness.
Taking a risk might not be something I do
constantly, but it does happen.
On a sunny Friday morning in the summer of
2009, I found myself, as a Beaver
Cross camp counselor, peering over the edge of a 40-foot-high
wooden platform.
I am not afraid of heights, but climbing up a
telephone pole just to voluntarily jump off a ledge to race across a 900-foot-long zipline did not seem like the safest idea.
Thoughts of failure, foolishness and
uncertainty ran through my mind, making what should have been an
unforgettable experience one of fear.
I do not remember climbing up the staples to
the top of the telephone pole – I either raced up them or erased
the memory.
I do remember gripping the pole, though,
looking over the edge at all my campers down below. Seeing their
smiling faces and hearing their words of encouragement erased all my
fears. Regardless of failure or success, they would still admire me.
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So I went for it. The rush of speeding over
the tree tops and the breathtaking view relieved my worries.
I always picture myself back up on that
platform when facing risks.
Will I step off and see what happens or will I
let my fear of imperfection and the unknown keep me from doing
something I might actually enjoy?
Stepping off that platform was like trying my
own kind of green eggs and ham.
They present themselves to each of us
differently, and we all choose to deal with them in our own ways.
For me, taking little bites each time works
well. But for Ryan Boyette, biting off huge chunks at a time seems to
be paying off.
Boyette began working for Samaritan’s
Purse, an international relief organization, in 2003 in Sudan’s
Nuba Mountains after civil war broke out.
Soon after, the organization ordered Boyette
and other volunteers to evacuate the war-torn area.
Boyette decided to stay, though. He had married
a local health worker while there, created a bond with the people and
could not leave them.
“It’s hard to get on a plane and say, ‘Bye,
I hope to see you when this ends,’” he said to Nicholas Kristof
in a piece
written for The New York Times.
Boyette’s decision has turned itself into an
opportunity to educate the Western World on Sudan.
He currently gathers information, photos and
videos of the area, transmitting them mainly to the Enough
Project, an organization fighting to end genocide and crimes
against humanity.
The daily risks Boyette takes could cost him
his life. But he sees a bad situation and wants to make a difference.
My small bites of green eggs and ham seem
inconsequential to Boyette’s choice to take large bites. But with
each bite I take, the choice gets easier, and the time I spend
thinking about the risk becomes shorter.
We all have a bit of Sam-I-Am’s friend in us
– uncertain of what might happen or how we might react. Sometimes
going for it is worth
it. Each of us might have green eggs and ham presented to us in a
different way, and we all might choose to deal in a different way, the taste of pride and happiness from trying never changes.
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