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Saturday, July 25, 2015

My Journey with Bob

A few weeks ago, I was chatting with my wife and I told her that I saw on Facebook a picture of a fellow Burundian who had won the lottery in Ottawa. I told her that I know the guy and that it was cool to win the lottery at such a young age. She then asked me how old the guy was. I told her that I thought he might me one or two years older than me. She then said: “Is that what you call young?”

I guess I cannot say I am young anymore.

Last week, as I was doing some work at home, I thought it would be a great idea to listen to music while I am working. By the magic of Youtube, I found a Bob Marley concert, and I thought I would watch it while working at the same time (yes, sometimes it possible).

As the music started to play, I was brought back to my youth. We used to listen to that music back in the days under the tree in Ngagara (where I grew up), without even understanding the lyrics. It was one of the greatest moments of my life. I started to remember all the great friends I grew up with, and wondered what they had become. I know some of them have died; some others are in Europe, Canada, Burundi, Rwanda…, and one of them is now a priest. Wow!

I have to admit, some of Bob Marley’s songs brought tears in my eyes. I guess that is the power of music. Sometimes it can bring you back in time and make you remember where you were when you heard the songs for the first time. Man, we had fun.

As I am thinking about it, it seems like it was yesterday. Time really flies. No wonder my wife says that I am old lol. I really wish I can go back in time and relive those moments, when we were care free, when Burundi was such a peaceful country, when we could spend the whole summer playing soccer, and later Basketball without thinking much about the future.

I am sure that, many years from now, I will be thinking about this present moment, and saying that it was great to be with my three year old daughter, laughing and playing, but now she is away in College. I will be saying that it was so amazing to be with great friends at my local church, and now many of them have moved to different cities that I don’t see them anymore, blablabla

You know what? As good as it is to remember the past as the “golden age”, I am learning to appreciate the present more. It is now that I am building the memories for the future. I am learning to not take friends for granted, to even appreciate the challenges I am going through, because they are shaping me to become a better person. I do not look at the past with regret, I am looking forward to the future with high expectations while enjoying every moment I spend with the loved ones. That is what I learned last week.

Moral of the story?
Do you want to win the lottery? Just listen to Bob Marley’s songs and you will have tears in your eyes.

Always a pleasure
Patrick
The Journeyman 
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Monday, July 13, 2015

My Journey to a Round Trip

I am back after a few weeks off.  I know you were eager to know what has been happening lately in my exciting and much traveled life.
If I said that not much has been happening, I would be lying. Some of them were pleasant surprises while others were not (to say the least).

One of the things that tends to happen a lot in summer are events. There are many weddings, festivals, and a number of other types of events (Toronto is right into the Pan Am games now).  In the last few weeks, I have attended sports tournaments, a graduation ceremony, an engagement party, and a wedding (to name a few). There are many more to come in the next month or two. It’s crazy.

Last week I had to host a wedding in Montreal, and due to some logistical challenges, it had to be a round trip (please don’t try this at home). I had to leave Toronto at 8 in the morning on Saturday, arrive in Montreal in the afternoon, host the wedding until midnight, and get back right away to Toronto. The plan was to be here by 7 in the morning on Sunday. Is that crazy or what?

By the time the wedding was about to finish, I could tell by the look in our designated driver’s eyes that there was no way he could drive back to Toronto at that time. He was so exhausted. There had to be a change of plan. We decided to look for a place to crash for a few hours before we headed back to Toronto.

At five in the morning, we were on the highway. The goal was to be in Toronto before the church service at 11 O’clock. We had to be there, otherwise there would be no service, as we were (the four of us in the car) in charge of the service that day. We had to think and make decisions very quickly during that trip; needless to say that it was a heck of a weekend.

The service went great. By the time I arrived home I looked like a zombie (literally). I think I slept ten straight hours. All the time I thought to myself “job well done!”

I had promised to host my friend’s wedding and I had also promised to give a hand at our church service on Sunday. Those promises became commitments, and that is the reason why I was able to make the sacrifices needed to make them happen (it wasn’t easy at all).

I wish I could do this in every area of my life every day. I have to admit that it hasn’t been the case, but I am doing my best to make the necessary adjustments to do so. I do believe that when we are really committed to something, and we mean business, we will make the sacrifices necessary to make it happen no matter how long it takes. In fact, we will do it gladly (easier said than done).

Moral of the story
Do you have a commitment to honor lately? Just invite me and I will do a round trip.

Always a pleasure

Patrick 
The Journeyman

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