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My Journey to great and not so great moments

One of the things I enjoy about my trips to New York is coming home from New York (I am not even sure if I understand what I just said). Maybe I can explain.

For me, going to New York is like a car going to the gas station with an empty tank. It comes out topped up with energy, ready to hit the road with more power. That’s how I felt on Monday when I returned home to Toronto. I was ready to take on the world. There are so many projects on which I am working and I am super excited about all of them. My friend, Mike, and I would like to launch an online TV show (a long time dream of mine). What else? I would like to see and help my friend “Summertime” achieve her dream of building a hospital back in Burundi (her longtime dream). And together with another guy I met a few weeks back, I would like to build the first African Cultural Centre in Toronto. Isn’t that awesome? The funny part is that I have no idea as to how all of these things will work out. But I am excited regardless.

This is what my days have been like lately after my trip to New York. Meetings after meetings. When I get home, I am both exhausted and excited.

Yesterday was one of those days where you ask yourself “what in the world just happened”. I had a meeting at work that went until 4:30 pm while my best friend and his wife were waiting for me outside. We were supposed to go out shopping for suits (I know I am good looking but there is always room for improvement).

So off we went. When I laid my eyes on “my suit” it was love at first sight (maybe I need more of that in other areas of my life, if you know what I mean lol). But for my friend, he needed more time to pick the right suit. We did enjoy the “outing” and we had a great deal of fun laughing and joking. After that, my friend dropped me off at the location of my next meeting (yes, I know, I could use some rest). We said our goodbyes and promised to meet up today to pick up our suits.

My meeting was great and productive. Then it was time for my coaching call (yes I do that too). The call was great, however, a short time after I received another call. It was my best friend’s wife on the other line (remember the couple with whom I went shopping). She was in tears. She just said to me: Can you come over please? My husband’s mom just died. I was caught off guard and all I could think was “are you serious?”. A few hours ago, we were joking and laughing, and now we get hit by this kind of news? I couldn’t believe it.
Needless to say that I stopped all that I was doing and headed to their place to be with my friend. There was not much I could say when I got there. I ended up crying the entire time.

What did I learn? Life is precious. Let’s enjoy the most of it, living the present moment like there is no other. Let’s share our passions with the world like our lives depended on it. Let’s make this world a better place to live with our loved ones and cherish every moment we spend with them; because they may not be here tomorrow.

Moral of the story? I think I made a good point. Don’t you think?

Always a pleasure

Patrick
The Journeyman
pbizindavyi6@gmail.com

Comments

  1. you absolutely made a great point. we only have this one life to be grateful for and amazed by EVERY day!

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  2. Thank you for sharing this moving story Patrick. Life really is precious. So good you were able to be with your friends when they needed you most.

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