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Virtues... Pick of the Week

With virtues being focused at my school on a weekly basis I have decided to start doing a Virtues pick every week and share how this virtue is impacting on my life... so here goes..

Today's pick was ...


If I try applying this to my work, I really need to learn to be less judgmental and allow people to have their own views and opinions. As a teacher there is a fine line between teaching and controlling what others think. We have to be careful not to cross that line. Teaching is a service that should not be taken advantage of and I do consider myself blessed that I help educate others in a subject they will practice for the rest of their lives.

If I apply it to my home I have to take the time to truly listen to my loved ones and by supportive of what they want. I have to hear what they are saying and allow them the chance to express themselves without fearing of being judged. I love them and with Humility I can show them how I truly feel by just being there.

How would you practice Humility?




Comments

  1. Good points! I'm a teacher, too. You're right, it's difficult to find the line between judging and teaching. The hard part in my life is remembering that just because my husband doesn't do things my way, it still works.

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  2. I think it's so important to reflect on judgement (even in our own thoughts). I imagine that you are an amazing teacher!

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  3. I think this is a great concept. I'm sure you will inspire many others to do the same. I practice Humility by trying to always praise others when credit is due; so many times people do not give others the praise deserved.

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  4. love these points!! i bet your an awesome teacher

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  5. These are great points. For me, it's remembering that it's not all about me. ;)

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  6. Humility is a hard one and a virtue many people lack (unfortunately). I feel I try to exercise this by not talking when I should be listening and remember that my point of view is only one in a sea of so many.

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