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Tuesday, May 23, 2017

My Journey with Heather

She was one of my first friends 15 years ago when I first came to Toronto. She was my mentor for over seven years and our friendship grew over the years. In 2009, we went our separate ways (life tends to do those things with friends…)

Many years later (I think it was 2 and half years ago), she sent me an email asking if we could meet. I immediately said yes, and we met.

“Something in me said, call Patrick” she told me when we met.

 I was glad that the ‘something” had made us meet again. We were about to start a new journey together.

During our meeting, she told me she had decided to leave her long-time corporate job so that she could follow her dream which was to mentor young women who had experienced abuse in their lives. I thought it was a noble cause

Over the next months, we met several times and I got a chance to help her set up a Not for Profit Organization called “Mirror Mirror Mentoring”. She was pretty excited about the opportunity of being able to make a change in young women’s lives.

I have to tell you, there was some crying involved in our meetings. She was experiencing some hardships and there were moments she couldn’t understand what was happening to her. I tried my best to inspire her the best I could, and it seemed to work. Do you know why? Because I was also going through some tough times (but I didn’t tell her lol). We were in the same boat.

Her organization was set up, but she kept telling me that she was feeling that something was missing. I then, gave her some books to read and movies to watch (maybe she could be inspired and know what could be her next steps). One book made a huge difference for her. It was Bruce Wilkinson’s “Secrets of the Vine” (this book changed my life).

Later, she came back to me with some plans. She had decided to go back to work so that she could fund her dream (so she thought). She secured an amazing position with a good pay and an opportunity to drive a band new luxurious car (when I saw the car, I was blown away).

Life was great again for her (so she thought)

Months later, we met again, and she told me that she felt there was something missing (again lol). We talked a bit and she told me that she knew what she wanted to do then. She was called to go to Jamaica and do some work there. She even had decided to go there on vacation months later.

So, she went

When she came back, she KNEW that Jamaica was the place to be. She then quit her job.

Troubles came back in hurry….I won’t tell you the details, but she faced real tough challenges.

After so many delays (a real school in patience and trust), she finally flew to Jamaica. I witnessed her departure as I went to pick her up at 4.30 am to give her a ride to the airport. I was so excited for her. She was like Santiago in Paulo Coelho’s book “The Alchemist”.

What she didn’t know was that the toughest challenges were about to begin. No kidding…

Four months later, she just came back to Toronto. I met her last week. She has REALLY changed. She lost tons of weight…

There was some crying involved when I heard her story. This time, it was me crying…

Stay tune. I will share her amazing Jamaican story in my next blog (I am now putting you in the school of patience and trust.)

Trust me; her story will really inspire you.

See you then next week

Moral of the story?

Do you want to live your dreams, just fly to Jamaica and there will be some crying involved

Always a pleasure

Patrick
The Journeyman




Wednesday, May 17, 2017

My Journey back to Writing

I wanted to do it Michael Jordan’s way when he sent a two-word fax to the Chicago Tribune in 1995 and say “I am back”. Some of you are thinking “what is a fax?”

Yes, I am back (for the pleasure of the one in Malaysia)

I am out of retirement now. I can’t believe the last time I sent a blog was in November 2015!! Time really flies

Many of you (yes, including you in Malaysia) have requested, sometimes insisting that I come back. The truth is that I have never left. I was still writing, but I haven’t published anything yet. The difference is that I have been writing about some serious stuff, with a strict tone.

I missed writing “my way”, without being afraid of grammatical errors or misspelling words. I am back home. I can sit and relax

So, what made me back to the Journeyman? (Please don’t ask me why I left in the first place).

A couple of things.

First, there is my friend Chris who asked me if I could help out conducting a series of workshops on Saturdays for a group of young teenagers. I immediately said yes. What I didn’t know was that these guys were part of a Basketball league. Once he told me that, I was like “are you kidding me?” I get to inspire Basketball players? Please show me where to sign. So, for the last few weeks, I have been speaking to young Basketball players before, or after their games. It is a great deal, I am telling you. I get to watch their games too.

These people made me miss my first love: Coaching Basketball. I am reliving my youth man (not that I am that old)

The second thing happened last week. I volunteered to write a poem for my church about Mothers’ day. The poem was to be read during last Sunday service. I had no idea where to start, but I sat in front of my computer knowing that the words would flow (exactly how I used to write my blogs).

At the end of my writing, I was really proud of my work (I gave myself a standing ovation)

First Basketball, then writing, I felt truly happy to do things I love to do. Like what Michael Jordan did when he came back from retirement (just for the love of the game), I am back with Journeyman stories, for selfish reasons: Just because I love doing it.

In the process, you will be inspired…I hope

Are you curious to read my Mothers’ day poem? I am glad you are insisting

Here is it

The Superheroes


Eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours in a year
Less than a thousand hours of sleep and a complaint we cannot hear
No phone booth needed to turn yourselves into  superheroes to save the day
Moment after moment always caring and no standing ovation for a work without pay
Mothers, on this day, we honour you
We stand and pray for you


Seven hundred and twenty hours in a month
Ready to serve and sacrifice and rest not even once
Selfless, with all of us clueless, and sometimes money-less
At the look of your life I find myself speechless
You are a gift to all of us
Mothers, in my book you are famous


One hundred and sixty hours in a week
God was referring to you when He said blessed are the meek
I think of you daily, weekly, monthly
As I cried, you woke up suddenly
This day, we finally give you what you deserve
Gracefully, you acknowledge but continue to serve


Twenty four hours in a day
We really have nothing else to say
You are a blessing to generations to come
Let’s all bow and give you praise and then some
Happy Mothers’ day today
May God bless you we pray


Mothers, you are our Superheroes


I am back. 

Thank you for your standing ovation.

Moral of the story? Do you want to do things you love to do? Check your messages on the Internet and you will read my blogs

Always a pleasure

Patrick
The Journeyman