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