Published April 1, 1982. Two things usually happen when we face problems in life. The
first is that we blame others for what we experience. And then we often rely on
other individuals to get us out of the predicaments.
I found myself doing those things not long ago at the
university. We had just moved into our new offices in the Kimball Tower.
Subsequently we were assigned new mailboxes with corresponding combinations.
The first time I went down to open my mailbox I had the
combination written on a piece of paper. I followed the instructions
explicitly. But he mailbox would not open.
I went to the tenth floor and asked the department secretary
to check the combination. I was positive it was incorrect. She looked up the
combination on her copy and assured me that the combination I had was the right
one.
Down I went again to the main floor and tried to open my mailbox.
But I could not do it. Others came by and opened their boxes with apparent
ease, which only irritated the situation.
After eight to 10 minutes of trying the lock finally opened.
And for the next week or two it took me six or seven times to open my mailbox.
It was truly a frustrating experience.
Finally I became so annoyed with the problem that I asked
for a new mailbox. There must be some without tricky combinations. The word came
back however, that no other boxes were available. They were all assigned out.
Next I requested that my mailbox be repaired. The repairman
came and reported he found nothing wrong with either the box or the
combination. One day about that time I met an administrator in the elevator
and asked how the university could pay all that money for a new building and
still have such faulty mail boxes. I was assured that adequate thought had gone
into both the choice and purchase of the mailboxes.
My frustration continued for several more weeks. I knew it
had to be either the box or the combination. No thought ever crossed my mind
that I could be the source of my own problem. In addition, it never occurred
to me that the solution to the problem was also within me.
A few weeks later I approached the mailbox with the same
hostility. I was once again ready to do the battle. This particular time,
however, I had several books in my right hand. Since I am right handed I
thought it would be difficult to open the box with my left hand. But what the
heck, it couldn’t be much worse. And to my surprise the box opened with ease on
the first try.
Normally I am not a superstitious person, but the next time I
went for my mail I used my left hand again. Using the same combination as
always the box easily opened. Why I could open it with my left hand but not my
right one puzzled me for several days.
I finally discovered that when I used my right hand I
usually approached the box casually and stood a foot or two off to the left.
But when I used my left I was less sure of myself and stood immediately in front
of the box. And that made the difference.
By standing directly in front of the box I gained a new and
more accurate perspective of the combination dial, and I was able to line the marks
up exactly. When using my right hand, however, I was so far off to one side that
I got a distorted view of the dial. In so doing I was off one or two
numbers each time. Gaining a new perspective of a frustrating situation was all
that I needed.
My experience with my mailbox taught me a valuable lesson. I
now realized even more that each of us has the capacity to solve many if not
most of our own problems in life. And the power to do so usually is within the
individual.
Perhaps this is what the Bible means when it states,
“Physician, heal thyself” (Luke 4:23).
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