What if I told you about a homeless guy on a street corner holding a sign stating he will work for money? And not just quarters or nickels or dimes or whatever spare change you have in your pocket. This guy wanted a job. A real job. No, he didn’t want handouts, but a hand up.
What if I told you about how this homeless guy managed to get a small apartment with nothing in it? What if I told you this guy went out and found a job that really didn’t help him get back on his feet, but started him along that path?
What if I told you about this no longer homeless guy who saved his money so he could start his own business? What if I told you this guy took this business and began turning a profit for himself and his loved ones? What if I told you this guy’s business is doing well? Oh yes, Faithful Readers, business is good for this guy.
Now, let me throw one more what if I told you out: what if I told you this guy would give the shirt off his back to help someone? Sounds like a real cool guy, right? Well, he is. He’s a good friend of mine. His name is Mitch (no, that’s not his real name, but if he reads this, he’ll know the reference), and he’s one of the best guys I’ve ever met.
But I don’t really want to talk only about Mitch today. You see, Mitch is somewhat of a success story. Sure, his business is still growing and people know he is going to do his best to get the job done right. He has a great crew working with him—with, being the operative word there, folks.
Mitch got knocked down, but he didn’t stay down. No, he didn’t stay down at all.
The point I’m trying to make is just because someone is down doesn’t mean they can’t get back up. Sometimes they just need a hand in doing so.
It’s not just about getting back up, though. It’s about hard work. It’s about application—applying yourself and your abilities to a task or tasks. It’s about determination to be better than what you are, to do better than what you had in the past. You can make things happen, but you can’t do it by doing nothing. Laziness doesn’t lead to success at anything.
My friend, Mitch (yeah, you know the guy whose name I changed for this blog), didn’t get anything by begging for handouts. Instead, he said ‘I want to earn an honest pay from an honest day of work.’ He wasn’t afraid to work to get somewhere. He took a few very calculated risks.
This is life, my friends. Life is about the experience, about working and earning your keep, about the pursuit of happiness. About doing things you never thought you could do. If you want to live—I mean truly live—then you have to put some effort into it. If you don’t want to live—and, yes, I mean truly live—then just sit back and watch everyone else as they pass you by, as life passes you by.
I am guilty of this—of wanting something and not really pursuing it. Maybe it was too difficult. Maybe I didn’t think it was attainable—at least not by me. Maybe—and this is probably more accurate than anything else—I didn’t feel like I deserved it, or that I would fail miserably. Maybe…just maybe I was afraid to take a risk because of what taking that risk meant: stepping out of my comfort zone. Maybe I didn’t believe in myself.
Oh…ouch. That last one hurt. Yes. It. Did.
My friend, Mitch McFakename, believed in himself. He believed if someone gave him a job, he could dig his way out of the hole he was in. He knew it might take a little while, maybe even longer than he wanted it to, but that didn’t stop him from trying, from working hard, from believing he would succeed.
“Let’s make it happen.” It’s something he said to me a couple weeks ago. Think about that for a second or ten. I don’t need to add anything to that. Read those four words again and again and again and let them sink in.
Let’s. Make. It. Happen.
We may not always succeed in the things we want to accomplish, but if we never try, we never know. And not knowing is worse than trying and not succeeding.
Mitch inspires me. He has a way about him that I’ve never seen in a person. I wish I had that way, that thing that makes him so unique. I wish I had that confidence.
One thing I do have is I am a hard worker and hard work trumps laziness all day, every day.
What if I told you I had a book coming out soon? What if I told you it’s different from anything I ever wrote? What if I told you I worked harder on this book than I have anything else in my entire life? What if I told you a man who was once homeless has helped me see there is more to life than what I thought there was, that there is more to the human spirit and the survival instinct than I thought there was. What if I told you knowing his story—the full story, not just what I’ve told you here—makes me understand that I’ve had it easy, and I’ve wasted a lot of opportunities to do things or make a change in my own life?
What if I told you I want to make it happen? Here’s a few of those things I want to make happen:
· I want to release my novel, Cory’s Way.
· I want to release my novella, The Forgetful Man’s Disease.
· I want to release another novel, Unbroken Crayons.
· I want to build my fan base—and I have slowly been doing that, thanks to the booklets, The Brown Bag Stories, I started putting out back in June of this year. (Go ahead, ask me about them.)
· I want to be a writer you’ve heard of, a writer that you, Faithful Reader, will say, ‘hey, he’s pretty good.’
There are other things I want, but these are some of my writing goals.
Go back and read about Mitch. Go back and absorb his story. If there is something you’ve wanted to try or do or something you’ve wished for, then don’t sit around and let life pass you by.
What if I said to you and you and you and me, “Let’s make this happen?”
Until we meet again, my friends…