Patience by Rabindranath TagoreIf thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it.
I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil
and its head bent low with patience.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish,
and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.
Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds’ nests,
and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.
What is holding you back? Nothing can hold back your determined spirit. Nothing can hold back your overwhelming courage to face whatever life brings. Nothing can stop you if you keep on moving forward. Nothing can stop you if you refuse to quit. Don’t quit. Don’t ever give up. Get inspired with the short YouTube video. Fight On.
Steve kept checking the time on his iPhone. When he wasn’t checking the time, he was checking his airline app. His flight was still on time. His flight would be boarding in 15 minutes. Five minutes later the TSA agent returned. “You’re cleared. Have a nice trip.”
Steve said, “Thank you.” He didn’t mean it, but he didn’t want to be held up for a bad attitude. He could still make his flight.
He went to the next stop. He took off his shoes and put them into a plastic container. He removed his belt, wallet, watch, and pulled out loose change and put them in a different plastic container. He sent the two containers forward. He removed his computer and put it in another plastic container. He placed it on the rollers and gave it a push. Next, he sent his backpack through separately. He placed his suitcase on the moving line and waited his turn to go through the X-ray machine.
Steve stepped into the X-ray machine, he stood on the footprints, and placed his arms over his head and watched the machine make its circle. He stepped outside and the TSA agent motioned him over to the side.
“Sir, do you have any metal on you?”
“No,” said Steve.
“I am going to have to perform a pat down.”
Steve resigned himself to the pat down. The agent’s hands went down each leg.
The TSA agent said, “Do you have any metal on either of your wrists?”
“No,” said Steve.
“That’s not consistent with the information from the X-ray. Please stick your arms out to the side,” said the TSA agent.
Steve thought, it’s the grunge, my tan, they’re profiling me. That’s what they’re doing. They think I’m from the middle east.
“Excuse me, I’m not from the middle east,” said Steve.
The TSA agent who was slowly working his hands along Steve’s right arm said, “I didn’t hear anyone ask you where you were from. Don’t speak until someone asks you to speak.”
Two minutes later, the TSA agent finished. He said, “Go figure. You’re clean. Have a good flight.”
Steve nodded and went to get his bags. He picked up his shoes, then he retrieved his belt, wallet, watch, and loose change. His computer came through. His suitcase was next. He felt confident he make his flight. He watched his backpack make its way toward him. He was about to reach for it when …
“Sir, is this your backpack?” asked a TSA agent.
“Yes?” Steve said more with a question in his voice than as an affirmative statement.
“We’re going to have go through it. Is there anything in the bag that can explode, injure another person, or be used to inflict harm on a passenger or crew member?”
Steve wanted to tell the agent she was nuts, but now knew he had five minutes until his plane boarded. He said, “Nothing. I have an iPad in there, ear plugs, Kleenex, nuts and protein bars. I have a pen.”
“Is that all you want to declare?” said the agent. She gave him a I don’t a word you said look.
“Yes?” Steve said knowing he wasn’t sure exactly what was in his backpack. He always got through security before, why should it be different now?”
The TSA agent motioned Steve to a table. She put on latex gloves and unzipped the backpack. Over the airport PA system, Steve heard, “Flight 6437 for Boston, is now boarding.”
“Could you hurry? My plane is boarding,” pleaded Steve.
“No. We don’t hurry. Our first concern is the safety of passengers and crew,” said the TSA agent.
The agent’s hand froze inside Steve’s bag. A look of victory slowly spread across her face. She removed her hand. She was holding three protein bars. “What are these?” she asked.
Steve wondered if she was serious. All she had to do was read the wrappers. He said, “Protein bars.”
“Are you sure they’re protein bars?” said the TSA agent.
Before Steve could answer, he heard, “Last call for flight 6437 for Boston.” Then he said, “Yes.”
“I have to have my supervisor check them, stay right here,” the agent said. She turned and walked to a burly looking guy inside a windowed booth.
Steve watched the agent show her supervisor the protein bars. The supervisor said something to her. She turned and pointed at Steve. The supervisor got out of his chair and stood, getting a better look at Steve. He said something to the TSA agent. She nodded and returned to Steve.
“We are confiscating your material. It will be examined. If there is an issue you will be reported. Here is your bag, have a happy trip.”
Steve didn’t answer. He stuffed ear plugs, Kleenex, and assorted things back into his bag. He grabbed all his other gear and ran toward Gate 6. When he reached Gate 6, the airline employee was returning from the plane.
Steve held up his iPhone. Can I get on, I was help up at security.”
The airline employee said, “Sorry, I the plane is boarded. I gave them the list of passengers.”
“But, but it’s right there.”
“Sorry sir. Why don’t you go to the check-in station and get on the next flight to Boston. It leaves in two hours. Of course, you’ll have to go through security again.”
Yes, Steve did on the next flight. Yes, he made it to Boston on time for his presentation, but he missed a nice dinner with colleagues. You can’t make this stuff up.
When we chase our dreams, the entire journey is important. But, the critical moment often comes when we are closest to our goal. In the famous Boston Marathon, there is a hill, known as Heartbreak Hill not far from the finish line. It is on this hill that the race is often won and lost. When discouragement hits us in the pursuit of our dream, we may be closer than we imagined. Hold on. Don’t give up. Press forward.
Incorporating these three P’s into our lives will transform dreams into reality: Patience, Persistence, and Perseverance. If we apply these three P’s to our relationships imagine the cumulative effect. If we apply these three P’s to the pursuit of our dreams, we just might catch them. Get inspired by this brief YouTube video.
Wondering when your turn will come? Wondering if someone will ever recognize your talent? John Legend, the famous pianist and singer gives us a two-minute lesson on hard work, commitment, and persistence. Don’t quit on your dreams. Don’t give up when it seems all you’re doing is running in place. Keep working, keep learning, keep dreaming. It is only impossible when we quit. Enjoy John Legend’s short, but powerful lesson.
We humans are an amazing species! When we refuse to quit; when we don’t return the RSVP to the pity party; when we dig down deep grabbing hold of handful of determination, courage, and desire. nothing will stop us. Are you stuck? Running in place? Feeling sorry for yourself because things are not going your way? A young woman, Jessica, without any arms, learned to fly a plane and lives a full, meaning-filled life. Go Jessica, you are a wonderful example for us.
We all experience tough moments! The tough moments have a special gift for us. They challenge us to toughen up, to show we are filled with faith, courage, and tenacity. They give us an opportunity to be examples that it is possible to transform tough situations into triumphant situations.
Never Quit, no matter how difficult the climb.
Within you is a heart of a champion. Your heart is waiting for you to set the spark to light its fire. What kind of champion will you be? If you try, try, and try again in the face of resistance, failure, and ridicule you’ll have proved yourself worthy. More than fame and fortune, a heart afire and refusing to quit is the mark of a true champion. You have that kind of heart.
“Good morning fictitious character, figment of my imagination, I’m thinking of ditching cable, Netflix, and keeping Amazon Prime – not for the shows, for the free shipping.”
“Are you threatening me? What did I do to deserve no cable? And, Netflix too? They’re my two joys in life.”
“I can’t find anything I like until football season,” I said.
“Have you tried Ellen?”
“Have you tried The View?”
“Have you ever watched a show on Lifetime or Oxygen or QVC? or the Food Channel. You could learn a lot.”
“From the Food Channel?”
“No, from Lifetime or Oxygen. I know I can find something you like on cable or Netflix.”
“Never. Not until football season.”
“Let’s make a wager, Ray.”
“I have two questions first.”
“Go ahead. Can I have the remote while you’re asking?”
“No, the instructions that came with it said it had to be operated by a person with an XY chromosome. There’s genetic research to support this theory.”
“Cute. What are your two questions?”
“One, why am I making a wager with a fictitious character? And, two, what’s the wager?”
“You have my head running in circles, Ray. You need to watch Frozen a half dozen times. It’s on the Disney Channel twenty times a week.”
“I rest my case. I’m using a quote I picked up from a Disney Character, “I’m real if you believe I’m real.”
“Watch it. You’re tempting me to make a comment. What’s the wager? You know I love Vegas.”
“I’ll wager we can find a program we both like on either 325 cable channels, Netflix, or Amazon Prime.”
“What are we wagering?”
“You turn over control of the remote.”
“And, if you lose?”
“I’ll take a trip to Vegas and let you wallow in your blog all alone. Boring. Boring. Boring.”
Ten minutes later, whoever this character is, is sitting next to me on the couch. I have the remote in my right hand. My right arm stretched out, keeping the remote safely out of her reach.
“Let me hold the remote while you make us some popcorn. Don’t look at me like I’m nuts. You can write it in. Do I have to do everything for you? You can say, ‘She scoffed the popcorn and wanted more, then ask for a beer.'”
“I don’t drink beer.”
“That’s your problem, Pancho.”
“The name’s Ray.”
“I forget lots of things after a beer.”
Twenty-five minutes later we’ve scrolled through all the cable channels. No agreement. Thirty minutes after the twenty-five minutes (I did it this way for those who read every word), we exited Amazon with no agreement.
“Looks like you’re going to Vegas for a week. I’m a free man.”
“Not so fast. We have Netflix. And, I have an ace in the hole. You can hold the remote. Close your eyes. Let me move your arm and select a program. You’re an honest guy, Ray. You’re going to lose the wager when you open your eyes.”
I hear music. I hear voices. I love this show. I’ve seen the series a dozen times. It never gets old. How did she know?
“Your heart’s racing, Ray.”
“How did you know I love Frasier reruns?”
“Easy. You relate to Eddie (for the non-Frasier watchers – it’s Frasier’s dad’s intellectually challenged dog).
“When do I get the remote back?
Working things through in good faith is always a good move. It may take time, but in the end, both parties feel good about the process and the result.