I was watching a movie the other day. It was called Too Big to Fail which is the story of how the US Treasury
Department fought to avoid the collapse of our financial system back in the
fall of 2008. The story was about how
Henry Paulson, the then Secretary of the Treasury, and Tim Geithner, the
Chairman of the New York Federal Reserve at the time, got Congress to bail out
the major banks through a cash infusion.
It was also the story of how Paulson and Geithner had to convince the
banks to take this chunk of money that they supposedly did not want fearing too
much government ownership and guidance in their operations. They took the money and seemed to have used
to line their own pockets via bonuses rather than for the intended purposes of
loaning it out to stimulate a recovery (but this is a topic for another much
longer blog posting).
In one scene, Lloyd Blankfein, the head of Goldman Sachs,
and another fellow were heading to one of a series of brutal all day
meetings. Just before entering the
building, the other fellow bemoaned having to endure another tortuous day
"I don't think I can take another day of this." Lloyd Blankfein told the other fellow and I
paraphrase, "You got into a Mercedes to go to the New York Federal
Reserve, not a Higgins boat going to Omaha Beach."
That was the absolutely correct perspective. These were rich guys, financial lords of Wall
Street, going to all day meetings with catered lunches and cushy
surroundings. They were not being put in
a dungeon and tortured.
Around mid September of 2008 my career was falling
apart. Our entire management team was
about to be and eventually axed. It was
not because of the economy but more so because a new group president wanted his
own crew in there. The US economy was
about to fall apart and I was neck deep worrying about my own miserable little
career. It was a bump in the road, not
choppy seas taking me to Omaha Beach.
At such time, I should think of Blankfein’s words. I should also
think of my maternal Grandmother, Azniv Frankian Merian who we always and
affectionately called Grannie
. She was born into a hard life in 1905
in a little Armenain village, Yeghike around the city that is now called Elazig,
in the waning days of the Ottoman Empire.
At the age of ten, soldiers came to evacuate the villagers in a pretense
of relocation for their own safety. It
was to exile them into the Syrian desert to die of starvation. It was an ugly event which Raphael Lemkin labeled
as Genocide.
My Grandmother survived.
Neither she nor her Mother or sisters made the death march. They survived because their Turkish neighbor
agreed to hide them. To survive she hid
for days in the outhouse... the bottom of the outhouse... the stinking,
disgusting, pit of the outhouse. She did
this. She survived. She never forgot this though she only told me
once. It made an impact on me. I think she told me that story that one time
to give me a some perspective on things.
I need to remind myself that no matter how bad things seem
to be, they are never as bad as they were for my grandmother when she was just
ten years old. No matter what emotional
corner I have painted myself into, it is not equivalent to what my Grandmother
had to endure. And, I have to face it,
as she survived she had it a lot better than those who died in the Dier el Zor
desert or were shot, hanged, or drown en route to the desert.
It is matter of perspective. It is a matter of relativity. It is a matter of not taking things that are
not that serious, too seriously.
Thank you for your article. I had a bad day at work, dealing with my bosses and co-workers. After reading you article, I realized you are right about not taking things too seriously. It s a matter of perspective. There are far worst things.
ReplyDeleteGrannie was a strong, courageous girl at ten years to endure what she experienced. She seemed to be a stronger woman as she got older even though she did not talk about her past, but you got a glimpse of her life. Your life is not so bad. It isn't at the bottom of the outhouse. Your family and relatives before you built a strong foundation in that outhouse to give you the "fight" to survive.
I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers. Thank you.