Dan Chomycia
06-18-2004, 11:44 PM
Some thing strange happened today,
I was riding my bike ready to turn left, the green light was stale however and I wasn’t going to make it through the stoplight. I instead turned sharply and headed straight for the sidewalk in an attempt to not have to wait at the stoplight. Well I turned too short and ended up heading straight into the raised bushes.
Well of course I’m fine but it reminded me of how I always used to wreck on my bike when ever I would ride it.
Like clock work every month sometimes less I would have a wreck on my bicycle.
One time I remember hurrying home after school turning a corner, and getting my handle bars caught in a girls purse who was walking on the sidewalk. The handle bars got twisted and I went flying. I scraped my shoulder up and she feel bad because she thought someone was trying to take her purse and yanked it back into her grasp which made the wreck that much more interesting.
I shared this with Coach Sonnon and he asked “when’s the first time you wrecked your bike?”
I said it was when they first took the so called training wheels off and one of my step fathers friends tried to teach me how to ride.
He told me that he was going to get me going by pushing me and he told me to “just keep pedaling” I was hesitant not really wanting to learn and he was already pushing as a result I just stop pedaling and of course hit the ground like a sac of potatoes.
Eventually after a few years I learned how to ride on my own.
Another thought came to mind just after I shared that with him,
There was another time when my one of my uncle’s tried to teach me how to swim.
He was having me do the back float and was going to hold me up till I got it. Well he must of got tired because he let me sink and water got into nose a stinging I’ll never forget through the nose and down the throat.
Years later I learned to swim on my own because I trusted no one to teach me. Many people would try but I would do anything to get out of it.
I learned to only trust my self when learning new skills because only I knew what would be the next step for me to learning something. I was going to learn at my own pace things that I wanted to learn. Not what everyone else wanted me to learn but what I wanted to learn.
This caused a big problem for me at school, and any subject that I didn’t care for I simply would do the work prescribed by the Teacher. I would get F’s on my report card until I did enough work to not get held back in school.
The subjects I liked I Aced easily. I scored high on my IQ tests yet half of my classes I was failing. Many of my teachers were perplexed saying I had so much potential if I would only apply myself to the other classes.
Many of the teachers would use many different tactics to try and get me to do my school work they would try calling my mother, corporal punishment, detention, isolating me from other students and distractions, Summer School, putting me into the corner, sending me to the principal’s office, to the Counselors, and putting me into remedial courses.
I really didn’t like learning at the hands of someone else. I learned more in the first 2 years after school than 12 years during school. From first grade on I was almost always at odds with the faculty of my school.
When I got out of school I immediately took to reading books, and taking classes that I wanted to take. I worked so that I could re-educate myself in things I was interested in. I didn’t go to College because I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with my self. I’ll bet I didn’t really want to be at the mercy of more school teachers who would dish out more BS work just to let me get to the classes I really wanted to take.
I signed up for a Martial Arts Class and got a membership at a gym. I wanted to learn at my own pace on my own terms. After years of searching I found my Coach learned how to incrementally program my development.
Because I have grown so much with this process I wanted to help others program their incremental development and see how they would grow as people. I don’t have to suffer through such lack of guidance any more. And because I’m here no one else has to either.
The few times I remember doing well despite my lack of interest in school were from teachers who actually gave a damn about how well the students learned. Those teachers actually cared about my welfare and I could feel it. They made my most difficult challenges manageable.
I think that defines me as a Coach. To be able to do that for someone else is one of the most fulfilling things I can possibly think of to do.
Talk to you soon!
I was riding my bike ready to turn left, the green light was stale however and I wasn’t going to make it through the stoplight. I instead turned sharply and headed straight for the sidewalk in an attempt to not have to wait at the stoplight. Well I turned too short and ended up heading straight into the raised bushes.
Well of course I’m fine but it reminded me of how I always used to wreck on my bike when ever I would ride it.
Like clock work every month sometimes less I would have a wreck on my bicycle.
One time I remember hurrying home after school turning a corner, and getting my handle bars caught in a girls purse who was walking on the sidewalk. The handle bars got twisted and I went flying. I scraped my shoulder up and she feel bad because she thought someone was trying to take her purse and yanked it back into her grasp which made the wreck that much more interesting.
I shared this with Coach Sonnon and he asked “when’s the first time you wrecked your bike?”
I said it was when they first took the so called training wheels off and one of my step fathers friends tried to teach me how to ride.
He told me that he was going to get me going by pushing me and he told me to “just keep pedaling” I was hesitant not really wanting to learn and he was already pushing as a result I just stop pedaling and of course hit the ground like a sac of potatoes.
Eventually after a few years I learned how to ride on my own.
Another thought came to mind just after I shared that with him,
There was another time when my one of my uncle’s tried to teach me how to swim.
He was having me do the back float and was going to hold me up till I got it. Well he must of got tired because he let me sink and water got into nose a stinging I’ll never forget through the nose and down the throat.
Years later I learned to swim on my own because I trusted no one to teach me. Many people would try but I would do anything to get out of it.
I learned to only trust my self when learning new skills because only I knew what would be the next step for me to learning something. I was going to learn at my own pace things that I wanted to learn. Not what everyone else wanted me to learn but what I wanted to learn.
This caused a big problem for me at school, and any subject that I didn’t care for I simply would do the work prescribed by the Teacher. I would get F’s on my report card until I did enough work to not get held back in school.
The subjects I liked I Aced easily. I scored high on my IQ tests yet half of my classes I was failing. Many of my teachers were perplexed saying I had so much potential if I would only apply myself to the other classes.
Many of the teachers would use many different tactics to try and get me to do my school work they would try calling my mother, corporal punishment, detention, isolating me from other students and distractions, Summer School, putting me into the corner, sending me to the principal’s office, to the Counselors, and putting me into remedial courses.
I really didn’t like learning at the hands of someone else. I learned more in the first 2 years after school than 12 years during school. From first grade on I was almost always at odds with the faculty of my school.
When I got out of school I immediately took to reading books, and taking classes that I wanted to take. I worked so that I could re-educate myself in things I was interested in. I didn’t go to College because I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with my self. I’ll bet I didn’t really want to be at the mercy of more school teachers who would dish out more BS work just to let me get to the classes I really wanted to take.
I signed up for a Martial Arts Class and got a membership at a gym. I wanted to learn at my own pace on my own terms. After years of searching I found my Coach learned how to incrementally program my development.
Because I have grown so much with this process I wanted to help others program their incremental development and see how they would grow as people. I don’t have to suffer through such lack of guidance any more. And because I’m here no one else has to either.
The few times I remember doing well despite my lack of interest in school were from teachers who actually gave a damn about how well the students learned. Those teachers actually cared about my welfare and I could feel it. They made my most difficult challenges manageable.
I think that defines me as a Coach. To be able to do that for someone else is one of the most fulfilling things I can possibly think of to do.
Talk to you soon!