Ever get stuck in quicksand?
I had a good friend, Jack, who got stuck in quicksand.
He was walking through marshy land in the Everglades. Jack took a wrong step and found himself sink a little. He panicked and doubled down on his first misstep, pushing down even harder into the soggy sand.
Now aware of what had just happened, he realized his first reaction had only plunged him deeper into the sand. It was too late, though. Jack had already made his mind up to push.
The sand met every push with an even greater pull. He was sinking; the sand nearing his chest. Still, he thrashed harder. Somewhere in the panic there was a voice of sense. He knew that pushing wasn’t working, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
Desperate, he thrashed harder. The sand began filling his mouth. Pushing was all he had left until it wasn’t. A final pull of the sand ate him up.
Actually, Jack wasn’t walking in nature, but through a conversation.
As for the quicksand he was stuck in...
“You look healthy, I love your curves, Anna.”
“Umm, what do you mean?” The woman replied with a slight glare.
“Ohh, just that a little extra weight looks good on you; it looks much healthier than all those skinny girls.” He added, as he could feel the sand rising.
“You mean I’m fat?” She snarled.
“No, well I like curvier woman, it’s more attractive. A little extra weight is good, me and all my friends think so.” He meekly replied.
By this time, you can imagine the sand was nearing his neck.
Life is full of quicksand, and for some a little more than others, but we all face it at some point.
So how do you get out of quicksand?
Act, don’t react.
Our first action is a reaction. Without thinking, we reinforce our original stance. When Jack found himself stuck, he pushed and struggled before he even knew what had happened, only sinking him further.
If Jack had stopped, taken a breath and assessed the situation before reacting, he would be out. He would have realised that his compliment was, in fact, backhanded and offensive.
"I’m sorry, Anna. That came out wrong and didn’t sound at all what I meant. I have just noticed over the last few weeks that you’ve been looking great, and I want to know your secret."
But what if you can’t smooth talk your way out of causing offense?
Just say sorry.
You’ll be hard pressed to find someone who isn’t persuaded by a sincere apology.
What if you’ve already begun pushing and thrashing, and the sand is rising?
Exactly the same. Stop moving, calmly exit the sand with an apology or acknowledgement of your mistake.
Remember, It’s never too late until it really is too late; which is always later than we believe.
He was walking through marshy land in the Everglades. Jack took a wrong step and found himself sink a little. He panicked and doubled down on his first misstep, pushing down even harder into the soggy sand.
Now aware of what had just happened, he realized his first reaction had only plunged him deeper into the sand. It was too late, though. Jack had already made his mind up to push.
The sand met every push with an even greater pull. He was sinking; the sand nearing his chest. Still, he thrashed harder. Somewhere in the panic there was a voice of sense. He knew that pushing wasn’t working, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
Desperate, he thrashed harder. The sand began filling his mouth. Pushing was all he had left until it wasn’t. A final pull of the sand ate him up.
Actually, Jack wasn’t walking in nature, but through a conversation.
As for the quicksand he was stuck in...
“You look healthy, I love your curves, Anna.”
“Umm, what do you mean?” The woman replied with a slight glare.
“Ohh, just that a little extra weight looks good on you; it looks much healthier than all those skinny girls.” He added, as he could feel the sand rising.
“You mean I’m fat?” She snarled.
“No, well I like curvier woman, it’s more attractive. A little extra weight is good, me and all my friends think so.” He meekly replied.
By this time, you can imagine the sand was nearing his neck.
Life is full of quicksand, and for some a little more than others, but we all face it at some point.
So how do you get out of quicksand?
Act, don’t react.
Our first action is a reaction. Without thinking, we reinforce our original stance. When Jack found himself stuck, he pushed and struggled before he even knew what had happened, only sinking him further.
If Jack had stopped, taken a breath and assessed the situation before reacting, he would be out. He would have realised that his compliment was, in fact, backhanded and offensive.
"I’m sorry, Anna. That came out wrong and didn’t sound at all what I meant. I have just noticed over the last few weeks that you’ve been looking great, and I want to know your secret."
But what if you can’t smooth talk your way out of causing offense?
Just say sorry.
You’ll be hard pressed to find someone who isn’t persuaded by a sincere apology.
What if you’ve already begun pushing and thrashing, and the sand is rising?
Exactly the same. Stop moving, calmly exit the sand with an apology or acknowledgement of your mistake.
Remember, It’s never too late until it really is too late; which is always later than we believe.
