A few weeks ago a Facebook friend posted her results from one of those little 10 or 15 question multiple choice quizzes that purport to read your personality or your future.
“I make history!” she said. “What answer did you get?”
She is an educator and a former colleague of mine. We share a common understanding of the value of history and core education. The test sounded interesting. Not the kind of test you put a lot of stock in like Myers Briggs or even Rorschach, but just for fun.
So, I clicked the link. I had my fun. I got my answer.
You win at life!
What?????? I must have clicked a couple wrong answers along the way. Me win at life? Obviously, that was not a very credible test. I took a quick glance over my history and laughed. But shame followed closely on the heels of the laughter. Because, you know, it’s not nice to win. Or is it? When you win, does it automatically mean you have manipulated, cheated, intimidated, made someone else your step-ladder to success?
I dwelt in faulty thinking for a spell, second-guessing past success and past mistakes and chastising myself for being so transparent that a recreational test found me out.
This is precisely the type of emotional cerebral activity that garnered me the accusation that I think too much.
Is it wrong to succeed above your fellow man, or is winning at life an opportunity to raise others up? When I look over the past decades, I see I have reinvented myself many times just to survive. Does that make me a winner?
Maybe, just maybe this little test was meant to encourage, not to chide. After all, when you take a quiz titled, “Which Disney Star are You?” Everyone ends up a star.
So, my friend makes history and I win at life! That is palm reading I can live with, a daily reminder:
You can get through this!
You win at life!