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Monday, January 10, 2011

My Journey to a Jump

Before anything, I would like to thank you all for your wishes. I was overwhelmed by your support for my wedding. It is starting to sink in that I am actually married! It has been a fun ride.

It took me a while to get back to normal after a month of December full of emotions. Do you know what I was thinking about all the time? I was thinking about…swimming. How so?

I will respond to it by asking you a question: "How do we learn to swim?" For me, there are two options: you can take swimming lessons, or you can just jump into the pool without knowing how to swim. Either you die, or you learn how to swim as quickly as possible (it becomes a survival situation …).

Although scary, I am a fan of the second method. I like to jump without knowing how I will survive. With my back against the wall, I have to produce to survive. Do I succeed all the time? Not at all. Do I learn something in the process? All the time.

The scene is scarier for the one who is watching than for the one who is jumping. Do you know why? The person who is watching has no idea about what’s going on in the jumper’s mind. For me, it is easy to jump because I have been jumping for years. Now I am used to it. Am I afraid when I jump? Of course I am. But fear does not stop me from jumping even though sometimes I fall flat on my face (I think I would be better looking if I was not jumping all the time lol).

Okay, enough about theories. Let me share with you what I want to share.

We are in 2004 and I have been without a job for six months. I have no money at all. I mean nothing. I am working on a big project, looking for sponsors, but no one wants to hear my story. I am hopeless.

On this Monday, I wake up in the morning to go downtown, but I don’t even have a bus ticket. Either I stay home, or I find a way to go. I decide to go. I take my shower (yes, empty pockets but looking good), I put on my finest (and only) suit, and here I am, outside going…downtown (which was a one hour bus drive from home).

I am walking down the street; I pass the first bus stop and the first bus passes by. I am still walking; I pass the second bus stop, the third, and the fourth. By the fifth bus stop, I see a gentleman who looks familiar. Yes I know the guy. I approach him to say hello, and he has his hands in his pockets. As he takes his hands out of his pocket to greet me, he looks surprised. He just found out that he has two bus tickets in his pocket. He just exclaims: I just realized that I had two bus tickets in my pocket. Do you want one?

You might think that I am making this story up, but it actually happened! I jumped and went outside without knowing how I would get downtown. I have been jumping ever since, and that is how miracles have happened to me. But it started with a bus ticket (which was, at that time only two dollars and twenty five cents).

As I am writing this blog, I am in the water already. I have already jumped only this time it is not for a bus ticket. It is for something bigger. I will let you know about it when I am on the other side of the shore (hopefully very soon, otherwise I will drown lol)

Moral of the story? Do you want to learn how to swim? Go downtown with no bus ticket and you will meet a friend of yours. Maybe me.

Always a pleasure

Patrick
The Journeyman
Pbizindavyi6@gmail.com
Twitter :@journeymanstory

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