Making Hope Happen: Create the Future You Want for Yourself and Others (2 page)

Fortunately, after a few hours, a few of my clinical techniques did work enough to stabilize John on that first day, and he got to the point
where he was no longer a danger to himself.
Though still entertaining suicidal thoughts, he shook hands with me on a deal that he would not act on those thoughts. We made sure that he had a safe home to return to and plenty of support once he got there. With the help of his family and friends, recruited by Paula with just a few phone calls, all of his guns were removed from their home. Paula, an amazingly strong woman, took responsibility for seeing that John made it through the night.

But after they left, I was confronted by my own sense of helplessness. None of my training had prepared me for this situation. How could I help a person who was so utterly hopeless? In a just a few hours’ time, the strongest of men—a battle-hardened Marine—had simply given up on the future and on his life. Could something that broken be fixed?

I had no answers.
Once home, I grabbed a beer and then started trying to think of a plan.
After an hour or two, I reached for another beer and a book,
The Psychology of Hope,
written by one of my graduate school professors, Rick Snyder. Rick talked about hope as a life-sustaining force that is rooted in our relationship with the future. He wrote, “
Just as our ancestors did, today we think about getting from where we are now, let’s call it Point A, to where we want to be, say Point B.”

John had lost his way, his Point B. He needed new strategies for getting to his old goals, or he needed a new Point B.

The next day, John returned to the clinic with less intense suicidal thoughts and with a question: “So, Doc, what’s my story?” After fumbling a bit, I realized what he was asking. John needed a way to explain his illness to the “boys at the coffee shop” (his fellow farmers), to his family, and, most of all, to himself. He wanted to know how to talk about being sick, going to treatment, and getting better or getting worse. He was looking for a quick, go-to response to the simple question that now seemed difficult to answer: “How are you doing?”

We spent the next two hours talking about his future. Somehow, I had to convince John that hope had helped him through hard times in
the past and hope is what would help him deal with his diagnosis and treatment. All of John’s thoughts about the future focused on his farm. All of his goals were wrapped up in his land. He was clear about what the farm meant to him: “Everything.” He had leveraged his whole life to keep it going. Like many farmers, he owed hundreds of thousands of dollars on farm machinery. Over the previous year, the stress had gotten the better of him, and he believed that he had to work harder than ever, every day, or he would lose the equipment, the land, the house, all of it. His eighty-hour workweeks, though doable for most of his life, had worn him out.

I asked John about people who could help him out of a jam. Paula was doing everything she could, as were his friends, local farmers who were, as John described, “up to their ears with their own corn crops.” Then he admitted that he had one more possibility. “Well,” he said hesitantly, “there is my son, Carl.” It was clearly difficult for John to discuss his relationship with Carl, which was strained. Two decades before, father and son had worked side by side, planning the farm’s future. But they had stopped speaking. John couldn’t remember why, but he did not see that changing, even though his life plan had always been to pass down the family farm to Carl.

That night, John went home, again under Paula’s supervision. He was no longer suicidal, but he still had no Point B, no story about his future.

The following day, at the beginning of our next session, John announced, “I got it, Doc. ‘I am working on it.’ How about that? When people ask me how I’m doing, I tell them, ‘I am working on it.’ ” For John, those words would help him save face in front of his friends. For me, they meant that John once again saw himself as an active participant in his own life.

“John, what’s the next big job on the farm?” I asked.

“Gotta get the corn in.”

Timing is everything when harvesting corn. After fifty years in the fields, John knew exactly what to do to get a good yield, weather permitting.
The harvest typically involved two weeks of eighteen-hour days. But as he talked, I realized John still did not have a clear understanding of his kidney failure and his need for dialysis. The clincher came when he told me, “If I get the corn in, and the price is right, then I can take some time off for that kidney treatment.”

John thought of kidney failure as a virus that could be knocked out by a course of antibiotics rather than a chronic ailment that required a lifetime of care. Nevertheless, after John and I consulted with his physicians, we all agreed that John could postpone dialysis until after he got the corn in. With the support of his docs and some cooperation from the weather, John started his one-man harvest. During that time, he occasionally visited with me in person or over the phone during his lunch breaks. And four weeks after threatening to shoot himself, John finished his harvest and sold his corn at a good price.

True to his word, John scheduled an appointment with his primary physician to begin preparing for treatment. He took a new battery of tests, and the results surprised us all.
His GFR (glomerular filtration rate) was slightly improved; even though he hadn’t undergone any treatment at all, his kidneys were somehow functioning
better
than they had a month before.

Feeling feisty, John tried to strike a new deal with his doctor: “How about you give me two more weeks, so that I can do some custom baling?” John was excited about his new Point B. If he could finish the hay-baling jobs around the county, he could save some money for the long winter.

Meanwhile, Paula had identified a Point B of her own—she would reconnect her husband and son. Her plan was simple. John would go out early in the morning, as always, to start baling a large field. But once he got started, he would look across the field to see another baler coming toward him from the opposite side. Although John didn’t know it was going to happen, Carl showed up to do what his mother asked—to take the first step—and the two men met in the middle, in more ways
than one. A father and a son reconciled, and both the family farm and the family itself were much more stable after that day.

Those sessions with John were the highlight of my training. He would breeze into the clinic, wave hello to Dr. McNutt, sit down in my office, start eating his sandwich, and tell me all the things he had done around the farm. His eyes would sparkle as he envisioned the next big thing he wanted to accomplish before he went on dialysis. Winter passed, and so did the spring. Together, father and son knocked down one big goal after another. And, somehow, contrary to all reasonable medical expectations, every month, even without treatment, John’s kidney functioning either stayed the same or improved.

By the time my rotation ended, John and Carl had a long list of goals to tackle together. And John had made peace with a future that included kidney treatment (which he finally understood to be a lifetime course). He conceded, “Carl will run our farm while I get treatment.” A few months later, before I left the VA at the end of my internship, I pulled up John’s records one last time. The most recent note read, “Dialysis postponed again due to improved kidney functioning.”

I am not telling John’s story to claim that hope can cure chronic disease—although in this case his health improved along with his hope. His story challenged a tale I had been telling myself—the one about what helps people have a good life. Until then, I thought you could smart your way into a good life and out of a bad one.
Turns out, smart is not enough. I was just another academic putting too much stock in passive analytical intelligence—book smarts—and too little in what makes us believe that the future will be better than the present and that we can make that future our own.

Through my work with John, I realized that how we think about the future—
how we hope
—determines how well we live our lives. John’s transformations, from thriving to suffering and back to thriving, were simple and compelling. When he had clear hopes for the future, his life was good. When John had a sudden break with his future, he felt his life
was not worth living. As John reconnected to a meaningful future, his life became good again, and he was excited by it. And his health mysteriously stabilized.

Since the day I met John, I have studied hope, both in my clinical work and in my research. Every client that followed John benefited from what he taught me—that our relationship with the future determines how well we live today. I asked my clients new and different questions, starting with “How hopeful are you about your future?” I changed the way I opened my first session with them. “How can I help you today?” became “If therapy is successful now, what will your life look like in five years?” I didn’t see clients as broken in the way I once had; I wasn’t trying to fix them anymore. I was doing everything I could to help them be better students, partners, or patients so that they could realize bigger goals in their lives.

The very week I met John, I stopped doing research on human intelligence. For a few years, I had been cranking out papers that demonstrated that IQ could be reliably measured and that it mattered and affected, somewhat, how well we did in school and at work. Until John came around, I had never really questioned the value of that research. Journal editors liked it. Other researchers cited it. It would get me tenure at a good university. So why stop? Well, John’s IQ didn’t—and couldn’t—help him bounce back. For all his intelligence, he didn’t have a clue about how to cope with the threat of losing life’s meaning—his reason to get up every morning. And nothing I’d learned from my research on intelligence could actually help John—or my other clients or anyone else I knew—when he needed help the most. So I decided that intelligence is overrated. It is much discussed and celebrated, and it is somewhat important at school and in the workplace, but a high IQ is not essential to a good life. However, hope is like oxygen. As I saw then and continue to see every day, we can’t live without hope.

What Lies Ahead

Since my experience at the VA clinic, I’ve met thousands of hopeful people around the world and followed up with some of them for years.
Through my own research and Gallup polls, I have studied the hope of millions of people, including students of all ages and workers in many types of jobs.
Recently, I began identifying the most hopeful individuals in schools and businesses and determining what sets them apart from others.

Although some people still believe that hope is too “soft” to study scientifically, other researchers and I have convincing evidence that hopeful thoughts and behavior propel everyone toward well-being and success; that hope underlies purpose-driven action, from showing up for school to leading organizations and communities; that it correlates positively with health and even longevity; and that it does not depend on income level or IQ.
In addition, while only half the population measures high in hope, hope can be learned, and the hopeful among us play a powerful role in spreading hope to others.

Now my mission is to make hope contagious. In order to address the problems that face us, both as individuals and as a society, we need to create hope. Everywhere I go to spread this hope contagion, people are eager to learn how they can create a better future for themselves, their families, and their communities. I’ve presented the “hows of hope” to audiences of parents and teachers, bankers, health professionals, mayors, corporate executives, and to the toughest judges of all—middle school students. Their questions, concerns, and stories helped me shape each part of this book.

The first part of this book (“Thinking About the Future”) explores the thoughts and feelings that create the unique energy of hope. Hopeful people share four key beliefs that underlie their approach to any challenge. These beliefs have a power that distinguishes hope from optimism, wishing, and other ways of viewing the future. They’re also
crucial to our present behavior, with immediate effects on our well-being and productivity. I’ll introduce you to some of my superheroes of hope and you’ll be able to take a simple test to measure your own levels of hope. I’ll also take you back millions of years to explain why we humans are the only animals who hope.

The second part (“Choosing a Better Tomorrow”) tests hope in tough, real-world situations and against the personal limitations most people have. You will meet mothers who took on an entrenched bureaucracy to create a better school for their children; a woman who overcame poverty, illiteracy, and abuse to realize her dream of an education; and a tech hardware start-up that flourished during the recession. I’ll also explore the three core competencies—goals, agency, and path-ways—that help you move beyond past and present limits and build strength and confidence for the future. And I’ll take on the destructive cultural messages that undermine hope.

The third part (“Practicing the Three Hope Strategies”) is a practical toolkit for building hope in your everyday life. It is also a guide for teaching the skills and habits of hope to those you care for or lead. I’ll lay out step by step everything I’ve learned (much of it from extraordinary individuals) about how hopeful people set effective goals, plan for and deal with the obstacles in their way, and sustain motivation and progress despite setbacks and the passage of time. You’ll see why the hopeful almost never “go it alone,” but instead become masters at recruiting support and resources.

The final part of this book (“Creating a Network of Hope”) addresses the big questions for our society. How can we help our children acquire the beliefs and skills of hope so that hope becomes a default setting in their lives—a strength they call on automatically? What effect does a hopeful leader have on his or her followers or employees, and how do organizations gain or lose hope? How can individuals, businesses, and public agencies plant the seeds of hope in their communities? My hopeful vision at the end of this book is that you will join me in creating
what Robert Kennedy called “ripples of hope”—currents of change that improve not only our own lives, but those of everyone around us.

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