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This is Help Wanted, the show that makes your work work for you. I'm Jason Pfeiffer, editor in chief of.
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Entrepreneur magazine, and I'm money expert Nicole Lapin. On Tuesdays, Jason and I answer the helpline and help callers solve their work problems.
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And on Thursdays, I give you one way to improve your work and build a career or company you love.
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And it starts now.
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Hey there, Help Wanted listeners. I just wrapped up a month of summer travel and I was reflecting as my travels ended on one of the strangest travel moments I've ever had, because I realized it had happened exactly 20 years ago. And so it inspired today's episode. Here we go. Someone wronged you. Maybe they insulted you, hurt you, ripped you off, wounded your pride. Whatever it was, you cannot let it go. You imagine them smug and successful, celebrating your pain, and you seethe today. I will help you let go to do it. I'm gonna share a personal story from 20 years ago about a very unexpected scam that I fell for. It taught me something profound about human nature that changed how I think about the worst interactions I have. Because here's what I've learned. Life is not an emotional zero sum game. When people do you wrong, they don't always gain anything. In fact, they might be hurting much more than you are. So here's the story. In 2005, when I was 25, my family went on vacation to Australia. I gave myself a mission. I was going to buy a didgeridoo, one of those long aboriginal instruments near Cairns. That's where the Great Barrier Reef is, or around there. Anyway, near Cairns, I found a shop run by a guy named Richard. He showed me a beautiful four foot long didgeridoo that I just loved. But when I went to pay for it, Richard said that his credit card machine was broken. If I paid in cash, he would give me 15% off. So I ran to an ATM and came back with $300, which was a lot of money to me. Richard said that he would mail the didgeridoo to my home in the States. After all, did I want to lug this thing around for the rest of my trip? I did not. But when I returned home a few weeks later, no package awaited me. I called Richard's store, but there was no answer. I emailed but got no response. I started to panic. I tracked down the store's landlord, who told me that Richard packed up and fled one night owing months of unpaid rent. The landlord hired a private investigator, so I got in touch with that guy too. But the the trail was cold. My $300 loss, well, it stung. My missing souvenir made me sad. But mostly I just hated feeling fooled. I imagined Richard on the lam, flush with the cash of trusting tourists at a loss for any other action. I filed a report with the Cannes police. But I also had to admit I had been defeated. And so I moved on. But here's who didn't move on. It was the Cairns Police Department. Eight years later, in 2013, Richard registered for a driver's license and triggered my dusty old complaint. An officer named Constable Walsh emailed me, and he wrote, I've been tasked with investigating this offense. Do you still wish to proceed with your complaint? I was dumbstruck. Eight years later, I was now married. I had built a career, and I could afford $300 mistakes. The did I really still want justice for this? I thought about it, and I decided, yeah, yeah, still want justice. Constable Walsh asked for paperwork to prove the crime, so I went searching for it. But turns out, I had nothing. The receipts were lost to time. I just didn't have anything anymore. So I emailed him the bad news and begged for a consolation prize. I just said, could you tell me anything about Richard's life now? Before I went to bed, I got an email from Constable Walsh. He said, I'll call him and see what he tells me. I awoke the next morning to find an email from Richard himself. I am glad to be able to contact you at long last, richard wrote, this was the moment I had spent years chasing. It was like facing the evil villain at the end of a movie. Finally hearing how the scheme came to be, I wrote Richard back, quizzing him. Why did he leave? Where did he go? Did he always plan to rip me off? And he replied to say this. He said, my plan was to stay there and operate a successful business. But he lacked financial skills, had gotten evicted at home, was going through a breakup, and had an untreated attention deficit disorder. So everything just fell apart. Eight years later, I finally had an answer. But it wasn't the one that I expected. Why did Richard rip me off? The answer was simple. Desperation. This taught me something that psychologist Brene Brown articulates beautifully. Hurt people, hurt people. But as she also notes, we judge ourselves by our intentions and others by their behaviors. When someone wrongs us, we create elaborate narratives about their motivations. We imagine them as calculating villains who gain pleasure from our pain. But the truth is often much simpler and sadder. They're struggling with something we can't see. Psychologist Marshall Rosenberg spent decades studying human conflict, he found that behind every hurtful action is an unmet need for security, recognition, autonomy, or connection. As he puts it, all violence is a tragic expression of unmet needs. Here's what I realized. I had been operating under what I think of as a zero sum emotional fallacy, the belief that when someone hurts us, they must be benefiting somehow, that their gain justifies our pain. But life isn't a zero sum game. Richard didn't rip me off because he was living his best life. He did it because his life was falling apart. After answering my questions by email, Richard offered to wire me $300. He said that he just wanted to put this behind him. I accepted, wished him well, and then I told Constable Walsh that I would officially drop the case. Great news, the policeman replied. Best of luck in your travels. I have been hurt many times since, but now I always think about the person who wronged me and I ask myself what is motivating them and would I trade places with them? The answer is I don't know and probably not. I'm not telling you something new here, of course you know this, but in those heated moments when a person cuts us off in traffic or a colleague snaps at us, it can be a useful reminder. Is that bad driver rushing home to an emergency? Is that colleague dealing with a family crisis? Nothing justifies bad action, but this thinking can help us feel less bad. And feeling less bad means spending less energy. Spending less energy means preserving that energy so that it can be put toward more productive uses. When we can see past our own pain, we can recognize the pain of others. Then we can free ourselves from carrying it. And that, by the way, comes from my newsletter. It is called One Thing Better each Week. One way to be more Successful and Satisfied and build a career or company that you love. I write it every Tuesday and then I also read it here on the podcast. So you can also just stay tuned to Help Want it and hear it. But if you want it in your inbox as well, I have people who tell me they love it in both forms. Then just go do one form that is a web address. Just plug it into a browser. One thing better email. And as Constable Walsh said, best of luck in your travels. Help Wanted is a production of Money News Network. Help Wanted is hosted by me, Jason.
