When I was a special education teacher I spent my summer vacations running SOAR, Summer Organized Activities of Recreation, a recreational day program I developed for kids between 6- 14. The staff for the program was chosen from a pool of local high school students who were part of
This story is about one of those students.
Connie was the best recreation counselor at SOAR. She was bright, hard working, and dependable. She had a remarkable way with the kids. While some of the staff struggled with some of the rowdier kids, Connie seemed to gain their respect immediately and could coach and counsel as well as any of my adult staffers. Our staff was small and, spending as much time as we did together, we got to know each other quite well. Connie’s story was unbelievable. At 15, she left an abusive situation at home and took her 12 year old brother with her to live with an aunt. She pretty much raised herself and her brother on her own. She made the honor roll every semester, had perfect attendance, and worked an evening janitorial job five hours a night from nine to two in the morning so that she would be home with her brother afternoons and early evenings.
A lot of the faculty took a special interest in Connie and we all went out of our way to encourage and support her in any way we could. During her senior year, she applied and was accepted to her first choice of colleges. My colleagues and I were tripping over one another trying to be sure we found every possible scholarship and resource that she might benefit from. During this time we discovered a side to Connie we had never seen. She avoided all of our attempts to get her to apply to the programs that would avail her of financial assistance. This stubbornness grew in intensity to the point where I finally insisted she sit down with me and explain herself. The conversation went as follows.
“All right Connie,” I said, “What’s going on?”
Her emphatic reply, “I don’t need help and I don’t want help!”
“Connie,” I said, “Don’t be silly, the programs were designed to help deserving people in situations exactly like the one you’re in.”
“I don’t care, I don’t want the help.” She repeated.
“Why in the world would you turn down help that would obviously make your life easier?” I asked, getting a little exasperated.
Turning away from me, she said, “You wouldn’t understand, Mr. Anderson.”
“Why wouldn’t I understand, Connie?”
“Because you have no clue what it is like be a ‘charity case.’”
“Wait a minute,” I said, my voice getting a little emotional now, “you’re not a charity case, you’re the last thing from it. You have done more on your own for your brother and yourself than anyone could have ever expected and you have earned whatever benefits we can find for you. Why can’t you see that?”
“This is not the kind of help that I want,” Connie said, now with tears welling up in her eyes.
“Why is this the wrong kind of help? It seems to me the perfect kind of help, you would not only get tuition covered, but you’d get a board and room allowance and a small stipend for miscellaneous expenses. Why, you might not even need part time work.”
Now with tears flowing she said, “That’s just the point. I wouldn’t have to work at all.”
Completely befuddled, I said, “Why, is it so bad not to have to work?”
Connie then went into a tale of woe so poignant it has impacted my life ever since.
You see, Connie was afraid to take any help. Realistically or not, she felt her parents had slipped into a state of dependency that sapped them of any desire to work at all. She was convinced her parents had given up even trying to find work because they didn’t need to and she felt she would slip into the same pattern if she let her guard down, even a little. So she refused to accept any support, even support any reasonable person would consider deserving.
I didn’t share this story to make any political statement, although it is an example of unintended consequences that is worthy of thought.
I chose this story for two reasons. First, I personally find Connie’s story to be inspiring and wanted everyone to feel the same. She’s quite a woman. Second, it is a story that demonstrates a technique I often use to discover what is really driving behavior, both in myself, and others. The technique is called the “Five Why’s,” and in essence, it suggests that, if in response to a puzzling action you or others have made, you ask “Why” (did you do that or “Why” did you say that) and repeat the process, to subsequent responses, five times (and that’s the key, five times), you quite often will get to the real motivating factor behind the behavior. It’s like peeling off the layers of skin on an onion so you can get to the core.
This same technique is often used in “systems thinking teams” who are trying to build the connections between events.
So the next time you’re trying to get to the bottom of some mysterious behavior or event, try the technique, you might be surprised by the results you get.
To learn more about “The Five Why’s” perspective see Fifth Discipline Fieldbook by Peter Senge, Richard Ross, Bayan Smith, Charlotte Roberts, Art Kleiner, Chapter titled Systems Thinking, Section 16 (Story Telling), pages 108-112.