Maybe not many times but I have been called out a few times by people that I do respect. I live in a polite environment where people are cautioned and well-taught about how to live in peace and respect each other.
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Peace is maintained and seen as high quality, so in a high shelves in the society value.
People strive to keep peace and for that sake, they ignore a lot of things, even if you are on the wrong path, inasmuch you are not hurting anyone, you haven’t hurt anyone and you won’t hurt anyone in the future, according to your present lifestyle, you will be left alone.
I was allowed to serve and address people in an organization, it is a small group of people, related to each other in one way or the other. I wish I had practised earlier but I have not practiced what I was about to do. I have the feeling that it is going to be okay. I was presenting my topic and someone is sitting 90 degrees to my left and guess who? My brother.
He was observing me all along.
At a point, I have gotten to the edge of his patience, I guess. He shouted, “You are still a young boy, you are with a mic but I can’t even hear what you are saying.”
People gazed at him for some time and nobody advanced his expression. I got angry but I could not do anything because of where I was and he is my brother as well. If he did not do that, nobody would.
I assume that I was not doing something right that very day and he had to call me to order, otherwise, nobody would do it. I became conscious of the pitch and the loudness of my voice. Made a quick adjustment I could do before it was too late.
I was pushed off course and drifted from the main point of concern down to myself. I stopped paying attention to the main point. I realized I had made a lot of mistakes, and at a point, I could not get the positive vibe and ego in me together again.
My ego is shattered already, it looks as if the time is dragging. It took too much time for a second to tick on the wall clock.
What a day it was, I don’t know how it feels to be called out until that day. I didn’t know it could be so terrible until I experienced it. What could I have done?
What would you have done if you were the one?
At the end of the meeting, before he left for his home, I went to meet him. I knew him as a very strict man though. I approached him but the mood he was at the time, I could not but let the matter slide off my mind.
I have been called out a few more times but that was the one that impacted me. Even if I had not , I would add loudness and use style to cover up for it. It is necessary to practice though and I won’t let lack of practice take away my guard next time I promised myself.
