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Heather Lanier: “Good” and “Bad” are Incomplete Stories We Tell Ourselves (Transcript)

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Here is the full transcript of Heather Lanier’s Talk: “Good” and “Bad” are Incomplete Stories We Tell Ourselves at TED Conference.  

Heather Lanier – Author

There’s an ancient parable about a farmer who lost his horse. And neighbors came over to say, “Oh, that’s too bad.” And the farmer said, “Good or bad, hard to say.”

Days later, the horse returns and brings with it seven wild horses. And neighbors come over to say, “Oh, that’s so good!” And the farmer just shrugs and says, “Good or bad, hard to say.”

The next day, the farmer’s son rides one of the wild horses, is thrown off and breaks his leg. And the neighbors say, “Oh, that’s terrible luck.” And the farmer says, “Good or bad, hard to say.”

Eventually, officers come knocking on people’s doors, looking for men to draft for an army, and they see the farmer’s son and his leg and they pass him by. And neighbors say, “Ooh, that’s great luck!” And the farmer says, “Good or bad, hard to say.”

I first heard this story 20 years ago, and I have since applied it 100 times. Didn’t get the job I wanted: good or bad, hard to say. Got the job I wanted: good or bad, hard to say.

To me, the story is not about looking on the bright side or waiting to see how things turn out. It’s about how eager we can be to label a situation, to put concrete around it by judging it. But reality is much more fluid, and good and bad are often incomplete stories that we tell ourselves. The parable has been my warning that by gripping tightly to the story of good or bad, I close down my ability to truly see a situation.

I learn more when I proceed and loosen my grip and proceed openly with curiosity and wonder. But seven years ago, when I was pregnant with my first child, I completely forgot this lesson. I believed I knew wholeheartedly what was good. When it came to having kids, I thought that good was some version of a superbaby, some ultrahealthy human who possessed not a single flaw and would practically wear a cape flying into her superhero future.

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I took DHA pills to ensure that my baby had a super-high-functioning, supersmart brain, and I ate mostly organic food, and I trained for a medication-free labor, and I did many other things because I thought these things would help me make not just a good baby, but the best baby possible.

When my daughter Fiona was born, she weighed 4 pounds, 12 ounces, or 215 kilograms. The pediatrician said there were only two possible explanations for her tiny size: “Either,” he said, “it’s bad seed,” “or it’s bad soil”. And I wasn’t so tired from labor to lose the thread of his logic: my newborn, according to the doctor, was a bad plant.

Eventually, I learned that my daughter had an ultra-rare chromosomal condition called Wolf-Hirschhorn syndrome. She was missing a chunk of her fourth chromosome. And although my daughter was good — she was alive, and she had brand new baby skin and the most aware onyx eyes — I also learned that people with her syndrome have significant developmental delays and disabilities. Some never learn to walk or talk. I did not have the equanimity of the farmer.

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