{"id":139452,"date":"2012-07-16T04:00:09","date_gmt":"2012-07-16T11:00:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/getrichslowly.org\/blog\/?p=139452"},"modified":"2023-12-06T10:53:29","modified_gmt":"2023-12-06T17:53:29","slug":"the-power-of-personal-tranformation-change-your-self-change-the-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.getrichslowly.org\/the-power-of-personal-tranformation-change-your-self-change-the-world\/","title":{"rendered":"The power of personal transformation: Change your self, change the world"},"content":{"rendered":"

Note:<\/b> On July 8th, I gave the closing keynote at World Domination Summit 2012. After listening to Bren\u00e9 Brown talk about vulnerability, Susan Cain talk about introversion, Scott Harrison talk about building wells in Africa, and Chris Brogan talk about bravery \u2014 after listening to all of these professional speakers, I took the stage. I’m just an average guy. I shared what I’ve learned about how to change your life. This is the text of that talk.<\/i><\/p>\n

My name is J.D. and I am an introvert. Or at least I used to be. As a boy, my introversion created problems. I was awkward physically and I was awkward socially. I was strange.<\/p>\n

My awkwardness only increased as I grew older. I hung around with the other strange kids. We were nerds. There was a band of us, about six boys, and as we progressed through the grades, we gravitated toward each other. In our free time, we’d hang out to read comic books or play Dungeons and Dragons.<\/p>\n

This was back during the late seventies and early eighties, and we were among the first to have computers. While other kids were doing what other kids did, we were home learning to write our own computer programs, reading Superman and Spiderman comics, or pretending to be barbarians or wizards or trolls.<\/p>\n

At the time, I didn’t know I was different from other kids. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I liked what I was doing and I liked my friends. Life was good.<\/p>\n

Things changed, though, when I got to junior high school. Gradually I became aware of a certain social hierarchy. What’s more, I became aware that my friends and I were at the bottom of this social hierarchy.<\/p>\n

We were always the last kids picked for kickball teams. Nobody wanted to be our lab partners in biology. When my pal Jeremy carried his Dungeons and Dragons books from class to class, the other kids would knock them to the floor if he got up to sharpen his pencil.<\/p>\n

One day in algebra class, the girl behind me \u2014 Janine was her name \u2014 the girl behind me wrote something on the back of my shirt. I kept turning around to ask her to stop, but she kept writing. The other kids kept snickering. After class, I went to the bathroom to see what she’d written. There, in big block letters, was the word DICK. She’d written DICK on the back of my shirt.<\/p>\n

That’s who I was. I was the bottom of the junior-high pecking order. I was a nerd. A geek. A loser. The other kids thought I was a dick. And slowly but surely, I began to believe them. In fact, as eighth grade progressed, I sank into a deep depression. I missed school. I withdrew. I became suicidal.<\/p>\n

I remember coming home from school after one particularly horrific day \u2014 maybe even the same day Janine wrote the word DICK on the back of my shirt \u2014 I remember coming home to our trailer house, searching the cupboards for something to eat. I opened one of the kitchen drawers, and there I found a sharp knife. I took it out and sat at the table. For maybe five or ten minutes, I sat staring at the blade. I ran it over my wrist once or twice. \u201cI could kill myself,\u201d I thought. \u201cI could kill myself and this would all be over.\u201d<\/p>\n

Fortunately, I didn’t have the guts.<\/p>\n

Instead, I put the knife away and went to my bedroom to read X-Men comic books.<\/p>\n

That was a turning point for me, a key experience in my young life. As I sat at the table with knife in hand, I made a decision. I<\/i> knew I wasn’t a dick. I<\/i> knew I was a good guy. Why didn’t other people? I decided to change. I decided that the next year, when I started high school, I’d do new things. I’d make new friends.<\/p>\n

And so I did.<\/p>\n

<\/span>Making a Change<\/span><\/h2>\n

When I started high school, I intentionally made an effort to meet new people and to try new things.<\/p>\n