Tuesday, July 17, 2018
My dad on grit
My dad's blog this week is about grit-- which to me has always meant a certain kind of ornery stick-to-itiveness. This summer has largely been about that for me-- more on that later in the week.
Here is part of what my dad had to say:
Guile vs grit. We can all get wealthy if we have enough guile, but it often takes grit to do the right thing. Deciding to help others often takes sacrifice. Reaching out to those less able takes awareness, and standing up to injustice takes courage. It often takes some grit to be good.
For all of my life I have been puzzled by the brave passivity of those under siege. People who can’t seem to be heard remain quiet and calm. Until they speak. This makes their message so powerful when it comes out . They challenge violence with gentleness and tragedy with forgiveness. Often it is the result of the cumulative experiences and messages that are deeply embedded in the hearts of generations of church goers. We hear it in the music.
In Detroit the strongest musicians seem to have enough true grit to extend a hand to those coming up. And so it goes.
Come on out to the Dirty Dog Jazz Café where grit is not served just as a side dish.
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There's grit, but there's also the concept of "If you're in a hole stop digging." Sometimes gritty determination is a trip to nowhere.
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