Whenever people want to go on a journey to a new destination, what they seek for is either someone to guide them, a map or a travel journal. This is because you don’t want to lose your way on your journey so you rely on the knowledge that someone else has gathered in order to get to where you want to be.
The same principle can be applied when you want to get that beautiful dream or project of yours from mere thoughts to fulfillment. There is virtually nothing that you want to accomplish that someone else has not done before, it may not be the exact same thing but in the same field or discipline. All you need to do is to tap into the expertise of professionals and accomplished individuals in that field and draw knowledge to get to where you want to be.
Just like every successful team boasts of a good coach, every accomplished individual would tell you they had someone to look up to. And most times it helps quite a lot to know that you have someone who would be there to guide your steps, throw in suggestions and correct you when you make mistakes and above all desires your overall success.
I have loads of coaches for whatever thing I wanted to accomplish. The good thing is that I didn’t even have to pay them as some of them had no idea they were coaching me! From family members to friends to bosses at different levels to Teajay Chunu to Steve Harris to John Maxwell etc. Imagine the bill if they knew!
So you do not really need to have one on one in order for them to coach you but if you do get that, it is quite excellent. Reading about them, following their blogs and publications helps to a large extent and adding them on social media would ensure you get anything they put out there.
The tendency to become proud is in everyone of us once we begin to walk the path of success or achievement. We tend to feel we should no longer be answerable to anyone, or that we have grown above some form of correction or that we should no longer apologize to our subordinates even when we are certain we did wrong.
I for one had this challenge but I have worked on myself and have improved over the years. If you continue on this path and not make amends there are only two possible outcomes: you’d either work yourself from being a success to being a failure or you’d become very successful but lonely. Lonely in the sense that the you’d succeed is chasing away the good people in your life that can tell you the truth and you’d be left with sycophants who really do not care about you but just what you have.
The remarkably successful are fearless; never too prideful to admit a mistake or to apologize. Even when successful, we are still humans and still prone to mistakes and we would kill the zeal of the team when we cannot own up to our mistakes and apologize.
Being remarkably successful also means being able to admit that you owe your success to others, and that you’ve asked for help. We all had help and we need help along the way and whenever the opportunity presents itself, always appreciate those who were with you through the journey and who supported and ran with your vision and even those who left halfway. By such, you open your arms to receive more support in time to come.
And finally, Never be too proud to think you cannot fail because you had succeeded in something in the past. The same amount of care and hard work should be put in to maintain the success you’ve achieved.
Life as we have come to realize is filled with a lot of unexpected happenings, sometimes good, sometimes bad and sometimes terrible things happen even to good people and when these things happen we are almost tempted to ask God why?
I once had the priviledge to hear a teenager tell me his life story and I was shocked at how humans can be so wicked to each other. This young man who is the eldest of 3 lost his mother quite early in life and was left with the father who could barely provide their needs but had his own house in the village where he lived with the three children.
Not so many months after this boy got out of secondary school, they lost the dad to sickness and this boy was saddled with the responsibility of fending for himself and the two siblings. While he was still trying to get his head around this unhappy life, the eldest member of the father’s family sold the father’s house and threw them out into the street to go look for somewhere to stay because he believes he now owns the property.
I listened with great pain as this young man narrated how life has turned his dreams upside down. Where would he go? How can he make something good out of life? How can he still ever amount to something great in life? These were the questions that ran through my mind while he shared his tale.
Maya Angelou said “You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them”.
Our stories are quite different and so are our challenges but our stories would be told only by the way we decide to respond to the happenings of life. Do we decide to sit still and wet our pillows with tears? Or do we get up and work hard to have a better story or do we leave it all to faith and just hope that maybe, just maybe things would change for the good? These are the choices we are faced with.
I have learnt to become a sticker for the adage that says “Good things come to those who wait, but better things come to those who go out and get them”.
Whatever you decide to do, do not allow the things that happen to you reduce the man you were born to be…chase your dreams while you still can.
Hello there, how did your week go? Great? Or Not Great? If it didn’t go as you had hoped, don’t worry too much, it will be sure to get better with the coming week. Here is a little story piece to get your weekend started. Enjoy.
One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you. He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do, do not let this chain of love end with you.” Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard… She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”
There is an old saying “What goes around comes around.”
We were three friends, maybe you can call us the three musketeers but we weren’t mischievous or any of sort, we had the best interests of each other at heart and that meant a great deal if not for anything but for the singular reason that the anyone of us had the confidence that the other two has his or her back and would always be there when needed.
M., N., O. that was us. The initials of our first name followed each other as you would have it on the English alphabet and this gave us the believe that we would be best of friends and we sure were great friends for we did everything together. O., M. and myself would spend hours back then going through JAMB brochures, trying to figure out what course would be appropriate to study in the higher institutions, we were fresh out of secondary school and getting a degree was the next big thing. Knowing that we were all riding on the same boat (admission seekers) meant that we could support each other down the road and this was what we did. We found ourselves checking and rechecking on each other all day just to make sure everything was going fine.
For me this was really helpful because it gave me the opportunity not only to have people who are genuinely interested in my growth but would also work with me at achieving my dreams. As a teenager back then, I was lucky to have such good influences as friends because I believe being around them at that volatile stage in life meant only two possible outcomes: live a disciplined, purpose driven life and pursue your dreams or live waywardly and end up with no specific future. And thank God we chose the former, and this is the path that has brought us thus far.
We have not yet gotten to the height we had all imagined back then and life did not turn out how we had fantasized it but it had been an interesting journey for the three of us, nonetheless we are still going and getting better by day. We had it all going fine, we had started different courses at different institutions and suddenly we found ourselves drifting from each other – we weren’t best of friends anymore. What happened? What changed? Who had severed our bond? Though we were not falling apart, but the centre would not just hold. Was it school? Or was it new interests? We knew something was wrong but what it was we could not figure out and somewhere along the line we all succumbed to faith.
Was it meant to happen this way or it was by our choosing? So many things have changed, our journeys have only begun and there is still some hope that we could still achieve great things together…”