I spent over 2 hours in the endodontist’s chair this morning. It all started quite a few years ago with a botched root canal treatment by one dentist, followed by an incomplete repair by a second dentist, compounded by a poorly replaced crown by a third. I am confident the fourth dentist will get it right—but have only an 80% chance of saving the tooth.
As I sat there with half of a kitchen sink in my mouth I got to thinking about (self) righteousness.
I could have gotten mad at any of the first three dentists and accused them of bungling and maybe even malpractice. But as I thought about it more I realized none of them set out to do me harm.
All of them set out to fix a problem to the best of their ability and with the available technology. That they were unsuccessful doesn’t mean they were bad dentists…only that they were human.
From my current ‘toothly’ predicament it wasn’t a long stretch to start thinking about gardening and our attitudes toward gardeners of the past who worked the land and grew the crops in the best way they knew how.
We have come to use new methods based on new understandings …even in the short time that I have been a gardener. But we need to do it with a sense of humility—because we will be the bumblers to the next generation.
That’s what I love about gardening: we humans (Latin, humus = dirt) dig in the dirt and bring to the task our best understanding and best intentions. To sit in rancorous judgment on those who went before us is, I believe, the height of self-righteousness. And, that is what divides communities and diminishes us all.
Let us garden together, learning from each other with a sense of humility—thankful for the past and committed to standing on the shoulders of those who went before us. Let us do the best we can with what we have and what we know…knowing that those who come after us will do it differently and, probably, even better. –Joe