Or, more specifically, in the idea that what goes around comes around.
For example, I've been fortunate enough to have only broken a bone once in my life. Plenty of sprains, strains, and maybe a tear or two, but only one break.
And I've done a lot of dangerous stupid stuff in my life.
But back to the one time I broke a bone. It was my nose.
And I must have deserved it. Because I'm almost positive that I broke some kid's ribs just moments before.
I was working security/barback at the club I worked at. It was a special event of 17+ party. Always the worst kinds of parties. Partially because you always have to worry about teenagers either trying to sneak alcohol into the club, or show up already drunk.
But mainly because 17 year old girls think its okay dress like hookers, dance like strippers, and act like groupies. And their 17. Not cool. I've got two daughters. Really not cool.
Anyways, things were the normal level of hectic. Kicking kids out for trying to sneak in "water bottles", or leave to drink in the car to come back, only to find out they couldn't come back in. Well, as the night drew to a close, things got a little out of hand towards the front door. A small fight of some sort broke out, and all the security including myself were right on the scene.
Well, after kicking one kid out, we start breaking up the rest of the ruckus inside. Then SMASH!
The kid we kicked out throws something at the glass window and shatters it. He dashes, and is chased by myself and 2 other security guards.
One guard manages to catch up to him and catch him in a headlock, dropped onto his knees.
The next security guard comes to his side and gives him a swift uppercut to the ribs.
In which I decide to come around the other side of this kid, on his knees, in a headlock, put my hands over his back, and drive my knee into his ribs with so much force that the other two security guards get shifted over.
Then karma and absolute mayhem ensue. Every 17-20 year old in the club sees what happens and its an all out war of 20 or so kids versus us 6 security guards scattered across the parking lot. I see one staff employee running over towards me only to get cold cocked from the side from another kid. I rush over to catch that punk and give him a taste of his own medicine.
We end up squaring off face to face, but I hesitate. Before making a move I think "this guy is under 18. One hit and it's charges pressed and jail time for me." By then, I've already hesitated, opt to shoot in for a takedown instead, and get caught with a hook to the side of the head and fall over.
I stand up vision blurred thinking I dropped a contact lens, only to have 3 other kids fly by and give me a quick shot each. One to the head, one to the back, and the last directly in the face, cracking the bridge of my nose.
By the time I regain composure, the party is scattered, kids have ran off, and I'm in a blind rage with my security shirt off, blood pouring down my face and chest, screaming to the air looking for the person who hit me, as if they would step up with their hand raised.
The fight dies down, cops are called, and I head to the bathroom to readjust my nose which is shifted about 1/4" to the right. To this day, you can slide your finger up the side of my nose and feel a notch of bone that juts out.
But then it makes me think, there was some kid who went to the hospital that night with at least a few broken ribs.
Moral of the story?
What goes around comes around. What you put out the universe comes back. Sow seeds of hate, jealousy, envy, greed, and violence, and you reap it all the same.
These days, I'd rather master my ability to communicate effectively. I take pride in my ability to control my emotions as well as influence others through proper use of the right words. Less bones broken that way.
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Mark Lopez blogs about leadership and personal development in order to strengthen his own leadership skills. As a Christian, father, husband, and CEO of his own life, Mark looks to empower others so they can lead life by their own design. To learn more about Mark, follow him on Facebook.
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