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My Journey to a wonderful lesson

As I am finishing up a fully loaded busy week, I can't help but think about a wonderful lesson I learned this week. I learned that my blog really rocks. Just kidding.

I was on the phone the other day with a great friend of mine, and she (yes it's a she) was telling me about her day and how life is good. She told me that a good friend of hers came to see her, seeking moral support as he was missing his parents who were very far from him. As my friend listened to him, as she always does with everybody, she was praying for some kind of inspiration to find the right words to say to her friend.

She came up with a pretty cool answer. She simply said to her friend: “I really understand your pain. You do miss your parents. And you should. But think about those people who miss their parents but who cannot see them anymore because they are no longer alive. At least yours are at a phone call away.” Her friend had no other words to add. It was so true.

I was so moved by my friend's answer because both her parents are no longer alive. I know she misses them but cannot talk to them. She was the right person to talk to for those kinds of questions because she has a story to tell.

My lesson did not stop there. Yesterday, as Paul and I were helping our client to apply for government grants, he began to share his story with us. In 2004 when I met him for the first time, this gentleman had nothing. He used to walk miles and miles, many times in the cold Toronto winter, as he had no money for the bus fare; however he always kept a personable smile on his face. Now, a few years later, this person is overbooked for his concerts, and very soon will be heading to the USA as his cousin, a very (I mean very) well known international artist, wants to work with him on some music projects. (I won't mention his name of course because my celebrity friends like to remain anonymous lol).

As our client was sharing his overcoming story, my friend Paul said: “I don't think I would have overcome that”. Knowing Paul very well, I know he can overcome any adversity, but I was hearing something in his voice saying “I am so thankful that I did not have to go through that”.

What I learned from my friend and my client is that I should be thankful for what I have, as little as it may seem, because somewhere on this earth,someone is praying for what I am seeing as little.

I am so grateful for the life I am living. I am not where I would like to be, but at least I can breath, I have a family that loves me, I have wonderful friends and I am good looking (just kidding.Well that’s what my mom says lol…). For those things I am so thankful and I am looking forward to a great future.

Moral of the Story? Do you want to learn a lesson, keep reading my blog and you will find out that it rocks.

Always a pleasure

Patrick
The Journeyman
pbizindavyi6@gmail.com

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