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Relationship is one of the most effective tools forspiritual evolution because we’re always in relationships. Think of the web ofrelationships you have at any time—friends, parents, children, colleagues,teachers, lovers, even enemies. All are, at their heart, spiritual experiences. Where would you be without all those lessons learnedthrough relationships? Could you have grown into the person you are today?Could you have known the things you know today? If you think back to all the little things we do for eachother, and pay attention to some of the events that have unfolded as a resultof them, you’ll learn to recognize the impact we have on one another, everyday. I want to take this time to remind you that you all matterto many, in more ways than you know. I see this everyday and everywhere, and amgrateful for it. Let me give you an example. In the late 80’s soon after my move from Malaysia toCanada, I found myself being antagonized by a group of students I barely knewat my high school. Maybe I didn’t quite understand their culture; perhaps myEnglish wasn’t perfect; or maybe my clothes didn’t suit their taste. Who knows?But they seemed to enjoy tormenting me. They often threatened me, called menames and threw things at me and laughed. I dreaded recess because I knew I would bump into them. Iwas afraid of them. I was afraid of getting in trouble and I was afraid I woulddisappoint my family if I retaliated or hurt anyone. Most of all, I was angrywith myself for feeling so weak. Feeling scared, sad and angry all at the same time, I keptmy composure when I asked my art teacher, Ms. Kroeker, if I could spend mylunchtime in the art studio to practice my artwork. I even convinced her tolock the door so I could “keep a better eye on all the art supplies.” She neverquestioned me. She was always very good to me. To this day, Ms. Kroeker doesn’t even know the truth aboutwhat she’s done for me just by doing me that “little” favor. You see, while Iwas locked in the art studio each day during lunchtime, I came to realize thatI was a good artist. I soon understood why Ms. Kroeker always praised my work.She believed in me long before I even believed in myself. Learning to appreciate my own creativity was just myuncovering a piece of the puzzle. There was more. Being locked in at lunchtimegave me a safe place to be, to think, and to do some soul searching. And with this opportunity to reflect, something inside mebegan to change. I was sick of feeling scared; sick of being locked in; sick ofallowing others to have so much control over the way I felt. I knew that sooneror later I would have to face up to my fears and stand up for myself. I had to unplug from a negative belief pattern aboutmyself that had no truth but nonetheless had “power” over me. I knew I had tostop judging myself and give myself permission to do what’s right for me. I was ready. I gave myself permission to be free – to havelunch like everyone else. It wasn’t long before my tormentors spotted me in thecafeteria. I felt something bad was going to happen but I kept my cool and wentabout my business until one of them decided to creep up from behind to attackme. That was when I lost it. I detonated. In that little moment in time, every social grace I’veever adopted went out the window. I had to do what came naturally—defendmyself. Though I held a black belt in Karate at the time, I must admit fightingfor real was very different from fighting in a ring. In the ring, we had tofollow the rules. In this case, there were no rules. Anything goes. I was striking moves I didn’t even know I was capable ofjust to fight not one, but three people off me. After a taste of my “temporaryinsanity,” all three of them scattered off like mice running away from a cat. Iwas in shock. Did I hurt someone? Was Ihurt? Was I the cat? (Like Isaid, I was in a little bit of a shock.) To make a long story short, from that day onward, thingswere never the same. No one tried to bother me anymore.  I learned something else along the way as a result of allthis. I used to think that doing my best means I have to be in the best mood orelse I’m just not doing my best. Or my best has to be this awe-encompassingdeal, or else it’s not good enough. I’m glad to say I was wrong. The truth is that your best is going to change from momentto moment, and that’s okay. It will be different when you are healthy as opposeto sick, happy as oppose to sad. Under any circumstance, simply do your bestand you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse and regret. Doing your best means doing the most natural thing for youin each moment – making decisions to move away from what you don’t want andmore towards the things you do want. And if this means you have to take a fewsteps back in order to move forward, that’s okay, too. Doing your best also means making each moment for yourselfa little better than the last. This does not necessarily mean that the nextstep you take will put you in an ideal place right away. It may not even makeyou happy in that moment. But nonetheless it is a necessary step in order tomove towards your ideal outcome. And if those steps you take should somehow lead you tofall hard along the way, that's okay, too. Just know that sometimes we have tofall in order to rise again—stronger than before.