Are You Real

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
January 30, 1995

I assume that you have heard of the story the Velveteen Rabbit. If you have not, it is the story of a little stuffed bunny rabbit who dreams of being Real. To his owner, a small boy, the rabbit is perceived to be Real, because the Boy loves him so much. He gets older and shabbier but is content with knowing the Boy believes he is a Real rabbit. When the boy falls ill with scarlet fever and the velveteen rabbit must be thrown away, a fairy comes and tells him that because of the boy’s love for him, he could now be turned into a physically real rabbit.

Why I mention this tale I explain now: I am a junior in high – school, and one day during my semester exams I was rather tired and depressed. It had been a long, wearying week and I needed to talk with someone, anyone… just to get my mind off of the tests, which I was sure I had done poorly on.

So, after school, I walked down to the student personnel services office, and sat down with one of the counselors. He was a real blast to hang out with, and every student liked him. When we began to talk, I realized my heart really wasn’t in the conversation. My mind wandered back to the exams… to a doctors appointment I had the week before — anything but the cheerful subject we were speaking of.

He paused in conversation and looked at me. We began talking now of more serious subjects: a few health problems that I have, a fight I had with my mother the day before — things that were bothering me. After a few minutes of this, he asked me a very strange question.

“Do you think you are real?”

I was taken aback. What could he possibly meant by that? I pressed him for an explanation, and what he said was basically, he was hearing all of the things that had an impact on me, but really didn’t hear about things that I was taking part in or making a difference in. He likened it to the story of the Velveteen Rabbit: did i think that I was real to the people around me, and most importantly to myself.

To my surprise, I found it very hard to answer his question instantly or honestly. A few months later, and I am still thinking about it. It made me wonder that, if I couldn’t tell if I was “real” or not, what other people believed about me.

It makes you think: Do you have enough of an effect on the world around you as you would like to?

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20 comments
  1. I love this. I love the Velveteen rabbit. As a school counselor, I get this! I’m actually meeting a client today as a non-school counselor of whom I just might pose this question. Thank you!

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  2. Great question! Have a relaxing weekend, Kenny T! Enjoy lots of fresh brewed coffee! 🙂

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    • It’s a great weekend to watch a ball game!!! Fire up the smoker and throw on some pork and turkey…. and have a cup of coffee with friends Take Care and God Bless 🙂 Kenny T

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  3. Wow.
    Posts like this are the reason I love this blog so much. Thanks for being real!

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  4. Someone complimented me a long time ago by saying they thought I was “real.” It pulled me up short, because I knew better. After some soul-searching and prayer, I promised God that I would be more conscious of allowing Him to be the reality in my life. For me, that has made all the difference.

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  5. Patty O said:

    What a wonderful blog you’ve written today. Very poignant. There are times in our lives where we get so focused on our own lives and issues we’re dealing with that we forget to see others and their needs. It always helps me to look around and see others. Give them a smile, lend them a hand, do something – anything small to help someone else. It does make you feel “real”. I hadn’t thought of it in these terms before, thank you for defining it for me. And God bless!

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  6. Sometimes the most simple question yields the most difficulty in answering.
    Thank you and I really enjoy your posts. Ecspecially before heading to work.
    Scott

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  7. What a great probing question! I once heard a message about the importance of a father’s attention to and involvement in a child’s life to help them feel ‘real’. It said something like, “If a child walks into a room, but the father repeatedly pays no attention, the child will wonder if they are real or invisible. Fathers validate their children’s existence; mothers nurture, and both are needed for a child to feel real.”

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    • Great point!!!! And Mom’s wil remind Fathers, in their own special way, to pay attention to the children. Thanks for your comment!!! Take Care and God Bless 🙂 Kenny T

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  8. I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE reading your blog!!! You’re amazing!! Honestly every piece of your writing is just amazing!! Truly wonderful!! 🙂 i look forward to the next post!! 🙂 🙂 i also hope you don’t mind if i reblog some of your creations, i probably should have asked before as in my hasty inspired excitement i’ve just hit reblog, without thinking to ask first, i do sincerely apologise, you’re just amazing!! 🙂 Take Care

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    • Hey Siyanda, You can re-blog anything on The Morning Story and Dilbert. I do not write these stories. I gather the stories from the internet and some friends are gracious enough to send me material they have found or written.

      Take Care and God Bless 🙂 Kenny T

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  9. The moral of the story, you can’t just sit around and expect things to happen for you. You have to do your part, pray and God will do his. 🙂

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  10. Way cool! Some very valid points! I appreciate you writing this post and lso the rest of the site is extremely good.

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