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I learned a valuable lesson last night. My men’s league hockey team had just gone down by one goal to the other team in a closely contested playoff game. The score was now 4 to 3 in favor of the other guys, and as we skated back to the face off circle at center ice, one of the players on the opposing team was “chirping us.” “Nice turnover at the blue line there,” they said, with a cartoonishly evil grin. I could feel my blood pressure rising, and started formulating all manner of invectives in my head as play resumed. Then, suddenly, I stopped ruminating. “Just wait, “ I said to myself. In my third decade, I discovered a spiritual philosophy that made me feel as though the universe itself was speaking directly to me. This revelation came to me in the form of the Tao Te Ching, thought to be written by a 4th century BC Chinese philosopher Laozi. The Tao is a guidebook on how to govern a nation as much as it is a guidebook on how to govern one’s own life. One of my very favorite passages is a reflection on violence, of which there are several in the Tao. I believe this refers to violence in any form, whether it be physical, verbal, systemic, or self-imposed. As stated in Chapter 30, “For every force there is a counterforce. Violence, even well intentioned, always rebounds on oneself.” The third and final period began. After repossessing the puck in our defensive zone, our team rushed it all the way up the ice to the opposing net, and, in an unbelievable sequence of events, one of our forwards accidentally knocked the puck backwards as it was sliding into goal. Thankfully, our center forward was perfectly positioned to receive the errant puck, and buried it for a crucial score. Tied game, 4 to 4. “Just wait.“ With the third period clock ticking down, the battle continued. Their star forward, whose age I won’t speculate on here for risk of sounding like a bitter old man passed his prime, had many quality chances to retaliate, but our trusty Goalie withstood these assaults like a reinforced brick wall. We scored. 5 to 4. I looked over at the opposing bench. The trash talker was uncharacteristically silent. We scored again. 6 to 4. I heard shouting coming from the direction of enemy territory. Were they yelling at us? No, they were arguing with each other. Their violence had rebounded inward. With one minute to spare, we scored a final exclamation mark. The puck appeared to slide in slow motion into the lower right hand corner of their net. The quiet from their bench was deafening. “Just wait.” The wait lasted exactly 14 minutes. Our actions had redirected their violence more effectively than any clever retort could have. Last night was a reminder to me that the best response is sometimes no response at all. Are there exceptions to this rule? Of course. But should you decide to let your actions speak for you, your voice will ring as clear as the final buzzer in a playoff hockey game. *Note: no gen AI was used to write this.

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