Showing posts with label #Gabriel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Gabriel. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

Life: Self-Reliance and Courage

"When a man no longer confuses himself with the definition of himself that others have given him, he is at once universal and unique. He is universal by virtue of the inseparability of his organism from the cosmos. He is unique in that he is just this organism and not any stereotype of role, class, or identity assumed for the convenience of social communication.

Problems that remain persistently insoluble should always be suspected as questions asked in the wrong way." - Alan Watts

Warning: 

This post contains disturbing content regarding suicide. The content may not be suitable for all readers. 

Part 3 of my personal mental health journey continues .... 


If I said what's on my mind
You'd turn and walk away
Disappearing way back in your dreams - A Man I'll Never Be - Boston

A difficult day had come to an end and I sighed heavily as I prepared for bed. My therapist had expressed happiness earlier in the day that we had had a productive session, although he had warned me that there might be residual thoughts that might come to mind. If they did, I was to write them in my journal for our next session.

I lay in bed for a while and stared at the ceiling as I tried to force myself to relax. Sometimes those relaxation exercises were much easier to do in the safety of a therapist's office than alone at night.

I finally drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, I gasped as I found myself swimming in warm water in near-total darkness.

I panicked and turned in all directions until I could see lights on the shore about half a mile or so away.

"Do you remember where you are?" a now familiar voice asked me to my left.

I tread water slowly as I looked to my left.

Gabriel was treading water close by, effortless in his ability to stay afloat.

I nodded.

"Back in 1994, I was caught in a riptide off the coast of the Jersey shore", I said, trying not swallow salt water as small ocean swells passed under me.

"I've heard the story a few times", Gabriel said, smiling.

"My Boss was really impressed with how calm you were that night", he added.

"Well", I replied, "It was that or drown I suppose. As for being calm, maybe I faked it really well."

"Although", I noted, "If I had drowned then, I wouldn't have tried to take my Life years later."

"We're not going to debate that right now", Gabriel replied sternly but gently.

He paused before continuing.

"There was the matter of a few hazards in the water at the time, if I recall correctly", he observed.

A power boat blew by at a distance of about 20 to 30 feet away. They couldn't see us in the darkness as their wake washed over us.

"Ah yes", Gabriel said, "There were the powerboats that couldn't see you and ... what was the other thing that crossed your mind that night?"

"Sharks", I replied, shuddering at the memory.

"Ah yes", Gabriel contemplated, "Sharks. Life is always filled with obstacles to overcome."

He paused.

"As I recall, you had a conversation with my Boss all the way back to shore", he continued.

I remembered the night clearly. I had to swim parallel to the shore for quite a distance before I felt the riptide release its grip on me so that I could safely return to shore.

"Well", Gabriel said, interrupting my thoughts, "The ending for this adventure in the water is the most important part of this memory. We can skip reliving your long swim to shore."

Suddenly we were standing on the boardwalk and my then wife was asking where I had been.

I explained that I had been pulled out to sea by the riptide and it had taken quite an effort for me to find a safe way back to shore.

"Well, that's fine", she said, "Now hurry and get dressed. We need to pick up Harry Jr. in an hour, and we can't keep the babysitter waiting."

She turned and walked down the boardwalk.

It's so hard to be unkind
So easy just to say
That everything is just the way it seems - A Man I'll Never Be - Boston

Gabriel was silent for a moment before turning towards me.

"That wasn't quite the response you had hoped for was it?" he asked gently.

"No", I replied.

"Why didn't you say something in response?" he asked.

"It wasn't worth the argument that would have followed", I replied.

"That's fair", Gabriel replied, "On an upnote, I thought you demonstrated some strong self-reliance and courage in escaping the riptide. Most people would not have survived the riptide and would likely have never been found again."

He paused and pursed his lips.

"However", he continued, "When it came to a little self-reliance during the exchange with your wife, you didn't stand up for yourself. Why didn't you?"

I shrugged but didn't reply.

"Self reliance and courage", Gabriel observed, "Are like any muscle in the body. They get stronger the more they are used. And sometimes, they are discovered from within us when Life thrusts things upon us that we think we can't survive. If we knew that that moment was created for the benefit of our souls's development, we might respond a little differently."

"That being said", he continued, "You had the courage to call for help when you were deciding whether or not you wanted to live. Most men don't ask for help. You should feel proud for standing up for yourself and your Life when it counted."

His eyes lit up.

"Remember when you were younger and you used to have dreams of being the front man in a rock band?", he asked with a smile.

"Who didn't at some point?" I replied.

"That's the spirit", Gabriel exclaimed as he put his arm around my shoulders.

And suddenly, we were backstage at what appeared to be a rock concert.

"Hmmm", said Gabriel, "I think this is a Boston concert!"

He looked out from behind the curtain.

"Brad Delp has stepped away it seems", Gabriel mused, "This might be a great opportunity to make your dream come true."

If only I could find a way
I'd feel like I'm the man you believe I am
It's getting harder every day for me
To hide behind this dream you see
A man I'll never be - A Man I'll Never Be - Boston

"There is no way I'm going on that stage", I protested vehemently.

"Oh yes, you are", Gabriel replied, "I believe your sense of self-reliance and courage is stronger than your fear to go out there."

"And besides", he said, "There is only one song left in the set."

He grabbed me by the arm and escorted me to the piano, practically forcing me to plop down on the piano bench.

"Break a leg", he said as he winked playfully.

I looked at the sheet music.

"The title of the song is Self-Reliance and Courage?" I asked myself as I stared at the page.

I blinked and looked at the sheet music again.

"A Man I'll Never Be" was written clearly across the top.

"It's ok", Gabriel said, "This is an audience of people who care. The first step to healing is the courage required to put your hand up and tell people you need help."

He gave me a wave as he walked off the stage.

"We're waiting for you", he said over his shoulder as he disappeared behind the curtain.

I paused ... petrified.

Then I played to the best of my ability. We are always better in our dreams after all.


The crowd roared when we finished the song, and the band waved as they ran off the stage.

I sat there, awash in gratitude as I felt the adulation from the crowd.

Gabriel came out on stage and gave me a big hug.

"Self-reliance and courage are powerful forces", he said, smiling, "You were AMAZING!"

I was too numb to reply.

Suddenly we were back in my bedroom.

"Courage and self-reliance", Gabriel said, "Are things that most of us have in ample quantity but many times we summon it only when we're forced to. At other times, we don't believe we have enough and we hide in fear."

He paused.

"And sometimes we need to see it in someone else before we realize we have it also", he continued, "I need you to share this journey with others. There are people who need to hear this story to rediscover their own courage. This is especially important when it comes to hearing the story of someone whom no one thought could experience trouble in his Life."

I nodded but didn't say anything.

Gabriel looked over at my night table and saw a key laying beside the lamp.

He picked it up and placed it in my hand.



"I'm glad you still have this", he said.

"It was a gift from someone very important to me", I said quietly.

"It was a gift from an angel. We send angels in many forms", Gabriel said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

I can't get any stronger
And I can't climb any higher
You'll never know just how hard I've tried
Cry a little longer
And hold a little tighter
Emotions can't be satisfied A Man I'll Never Be - Boston

I could hear a faint tone in the background.

"I think that's your alarm", Gabriel said, smiling, "I guess I better let you start your day."

"Remember", he said, "You have more than enough courage and self-reliance. You just need to rediscover them and then help others find them within themselves."

He faded just as my wake-up alarm reached its full crescendo.

I woke with a start and rubbed my eyes.  

Opening my hand, I realized I was still holding the key.

I reached for my journal on the night table.

To be continued.

With love,

Harry



Brad Delp was a hero of mine when he was the lead vocalist for Boston back in their heyday. Sadly, he took his own Life in 2007.

This post is part of a series describing my personal mental health journey after considering taking my own Life. It is my hope that something within these posts will help others find the courage they need to ask for help, to persevere with the help, love, and support of others and at some point, to be the strength that someone else needs.

This is part 3.

The entire series can be found here:

I believe that when others share their courage with us and we share ours with them, we are unstoppable. What do you think?

If you need help, the greatest courage you can show is to ask for help.

I did and I am ever grateful for it.


Sunday, March 24, 2024

Life: Choices and Possibilities

"To act or grow creatively, we must begin from where we are, but we cannot begin at all if we are not "all here" without reservation or regret. Lacking self-acceptance, we are always at odds with our point of departure, always doubting the ground on which we stand, always so divided against ourselves that we cannot act with sincerity." - Alan Watts

Warning: 

This post contains disturbing content regarding suicide. The content may not be suitable for all readers. 

My personal mental health journey continues .... 


 
Love
Devotion
Feeling
Emotion - Return to Innocence - Enigma

I stood looking at the accident in front of me. People were running in all directions around the bus that was stopped in the middle of the road. Behind the bus, a tarp had been placed around who I assumed must be the victim.

The driver was sitting in the back of an ambulance, staring into the sky with tears in his eyes as EMS asked him questions.

Passengers mulled about, some on the phones, some just looking around.

"What happened?" a soft voice said next to me.

"I don't know", I replied without looking, "I think someone was hit by the bus but I'm not sure."

"You didn't see it happen?" the voice asked me gently.

"I'm not sure", I stammered, "It's confusing. I don't remember seeing it happen but I don't remember walking up to it either."

I looked upon the scene of confusion and sadness.

My eyes flitted over a number of things and then suddenly fell upon a very distinctive satchel lying on the ground.

"That's odd", I said quietly, recognizing the unique one-of-a-kind leather satchel, "That looks like my satchel on the street."

I started to walk towards it when the person next to me took me by the arm, gently but forcefully.

"Not yet", he said as we turned to face each other.

His gentle, pale blue eyes looked into mine and I felt that somehow, he was reading into my soul.

"We should talk first", he said, "Let's move away from the scene and let these people do their thing."

"But my satchel ....", I began to protest.

"Will be fine right where it is", the stranger said, "You don't need it."

Numbly, I let him escort me a slight distance from the accident scene.

"It's been a complex day for you", the stranger said.

"I guess so", I shrugged, puzzled that I didn't seem to remember anything at all until I was looking at the accident.

I frowned and the stranger smiled.

"Your memory returns to you after a while", he said, "It just takes a little while for the transition to complete."

"Transition?" I asked.

The stranger nodded and then gestured towards an ambulance behind the bus. As they loaded the body into the ambulance, a small gust of wind caught everyone by surprise and the cover on the body lifted ever so slightly.

I gasped.

It was me.

"You wanted it to look like an accident", the stranger said.

I felt weak, unable to think and barely able to stand.

"Does it matter to others if it was an accident or on purpose?" he asked gently, "Does it change the outcome?"

Suddenly, it seemed later in the day and we were standing outside by my front door. A priest and a policeman had knocked at the door and my son was just opening it.

"You don't need to see what happens next", he said and suddenly we were sitting in a beautiful garden.

My head spun with disorientation.

"How did I get here?" I stammered.

"It's ok", he said gently, "You will understand everything soon enough."

I shook my head, totally confused.

"Patience", he said, "You will."

"You have reached a point of reckoning", the stranger said, "Not everyone gets to avail of such a gift. Most people I visit are at the end of their journey."

I nodded, observing a young boy who was walking towards us.

As he approached the bench next to me, I gasped.

It was me at about the age of 4 or 5.

"I think he wants you to go over to speak to him", the man said.

"Why?" I asked, standing up without realizing why I felt compelled to do so.

"You will see", he replied, smiling.

I walked over to the younger me's bench and sat down.  He looked up at me, smiled but didn't say anything.

Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence - Return to Innocence - Enigma

"My friend", I said, gesturing to the man on the bench, "said I needed to speak to you but I don't know why."

"Ok", young Harry replied, "I know who your friend is."

"How is your day?" I asked, awkwardly fumbling for an ice-breaker in the conversation.

"It's ok", he replied.

After a long pause, young Harry looked up at me quizzically.

"You were going to kill yourself, weren't you?" he asked, with a frown creasing his forehead.

"I thought about it", I replied, feeling the shame of the admission as it swept over me.

"That would have ruined everything I hoped for in my future", young Harry said, his voice carrying hurt and accusation in it.

"Well", I said, defensively, "You were a big part of the reason I thought about it. It's partially your fault."

Little Harry's eyebrows went up in surprise..

"Maybe it wasn't my fault", he said quietly.

We both paused and stared at the ground in silence.

A fog began moving in around us which I thought was odd. The temperature was comfortably warm and there was no visible water around us. Soon we were engulfed in it and my companion on the other bench faded from sight.

"Want to go for a walk?" he asked innocently as he turned towards me.

"Where?" I replied.

"This way", he said, standing and walking slowly on the gravel path in front of the bench,

I got up and followed him, noticing that the curious fog parted slightly in front of me, giving me about 20 feet of horizon to see in front of me.

"I think I know you", he said quietly, "But I'm not sure from when."

"That could be", I said quietly in return. Then I paused.

He said he knew me from "somewhen" and not "somewhere".

"When would you like to go first?" he asked, turning and looking at me with eyes that danced a mix of curiosity and mischievousness.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused, "When?"

"For instance", he said, "Do you remember this?"

The fog cleared and I was standing in my kindergarten classroom.  It was my first day of school and I was crying as my mother waved to me as she left the classroom.

"What is this?" I said, confused, "How are you doing this?"

"We're on a journey of healing", my younger self replied, "We hurt each other through the journey of our Life. Now we are going to go back over that journey to begin healing each other. The world, including your past, is not as fixed as you think it is. In fact, it changes as you change your perception about it."

"How is that possible?" I asked.

And if you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny - Return to Innocence - Enigma

"You'll see", he said, "We will meet many times over the next little while to explore this."

He walked out of the classroom and I followed him. The strange fog enveloped us again as we walked for a few minutes. As it cleared, I found myself standing in front of my original companion.

He was smiling as the fog cleared completely. 

"Harry blames me for his problems", little Harry said to my companion.

"Blame is a difficult thing, often not productive and often distorted based on our perceptions at the moment", my companion replied.

I hung my head in shame.

Young Harry began walking away slowly and I sang out to him.  He turned, smiled and waved, before turning to continue walking away from me.

"You will speak to him often in your journey", my companion said, "He doesn't hold grudges. I suspect he needs to be heard as much as you do."

"What is going on here?" I asked.

"Answers will come", my companion said, "But for now, it is time to listen."

"Your Life", he continued, "Is a series of cycles. What brought you to this very moment has much to do with how you completed these cycles and what you intend to do with the cycles that you have remaining. As I said before, not many people get such a gift, a pause that allows them to reassess their Life to adjust for how they will finish it."

I sat down on the bench, listening attentively.

"Each cycle", the stranger went on, "While seeming to be merely the Life that you have lived, has defined start and end points.  Each cycle has specific lessons in it for your soul to learn and the cycle length is determined by how quickly you learn the lessons.  Longer cycles or cycles that seemed to have more difficulty in them merely had more complex lessons or contained lessons where you stubbornly didn't get it and so you were fed the lesson in many forms until you finally passed the test for the cycle."

I nodded. It made sense. Sort of. Well. Maybe not.

He paused for a moment and then spoke again.

"Each cycle also contains one key person who, through their actions, thrust you into the start of your next cycle. Unbeknownst to them, they are also within their own soul learning cycles and part of their role is to guide or throw you into the next cycle of your Life. This person may stay with you for years, for months and for some people, your cycles will overlap for a day, hours, minutes or even seconds."

He reflected for a moment before continuing.

"In return, you taught each of them a necessary lesson in their own learning journey.  For one or both of you, the exchange could have been beautiful or jarring. However, both of you should realize at that moment that the exchange between you was designed specifically for the benefit of each of you, regardless of whether or not you continued your journey together."

Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up and use the chance
To return to innocence - Return to Innocence - Enigma

He smiled.

"For some of them, your journey with them ended at that moment.  For some the journey together paused but will resume when the purpose of resumption is revealed.  For some, the relationships continue for the foreseeable future but neither of you can predict how far into the future that relationship will continue."

He paused and allowed me to absorb what he was telling me before continuing.

"Humans put too much stock into saying things are "forever" when the reality is that they have no idea how long things will last because your understanding of the purpose of the relationship and the Universe's knowledge of that purpose are often vastly different. Lack of knowledge in this area is responsible for creating a lot of unrealistic expectations when relationships begin and a lot of unnecessary acrimony when relationships end."

"For now", he said, "I would like you to reflect on the cycles in your Life and who you think is the key person in each cycle. I'm curious to see if you can see their purpose in your Life and your purpose in theirs."

"I'm especially curious", he said, with his eyes twinkling, "If you know who that person is in your current cycle transition." 

I frowned as I started to think through this.

He laughed quietly.

"Not yet", he said, "I and others will come to you in your dream time and your waking time to help you understand this."

"But .....", I began to protest.

Suddenly, I could hear what I thought was counting.

A voice was counting down.

Ten.

Nine.

"I think someone is calling you", he said, smiling.

"I want to stay here", I replied, "I need to learn more."

"You've learned enough for now. It is important now that you share what you've learned. Many more things will be revealed to you."

Five.

Four.

"By the way", the stranger said, leaning in and smiling, "My name is Gabriel."

Two.

"You will hear from me again", he said, his voice fading out.

That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence - Return to Innocence - Enigma



"You are back with me, Harry", a familiar voice said, "Can you hear me?"

I opened my eyes and saw my therapist's office.

"Relax", my therapist said, "That was quite the dream that you remembered."

"Dream?", I said, bewildered.

My phone sounded a chime, indicating that my lymphoma appointment was coming up in 24 hours.

To be continued.

With love,

Harry



This post is continued from my post The Wrong Way to Catch the Bus. 11 people had reached out to me by the time I wrote this to tell me that that post prevented them from taking their own Life. I am indebted to them for sharing their powerful journey with me.


This is the power that comes from sharing difficult things.

We live, love, lift and learn together.

And for fun, I'm sharing the song Return to Innocence by Enigma (their powerful lyrics are sprinkled throughout this post).




Thursday, November 2, 2017

The Pitfalls of Poor Choice Selection

Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. - William Jennings Bryan

We are the creative force of our life, and through our own decisions rather than our conditions, if we carefully learn to do certain things, we can accomplish those goals. - Stephen Covey

Choices are the hinges of destiny. - Edwin Markham

The #1206 “fiction” series continues …


Abigail sighed as she climbed into bed and slid under the inviting bed comforter.  She had been straining for years to make some choices about her future and never quite seemed to make them.  Her Life was sliding away and she knew it and yet she still didn’t make the choices that she knew her Life depended on.

She reached over to her nightstand, turned the light off and buried her head under the sheets.

“What’s wrong with me?”, she thought, anticipating another long, sleepless night and yet, despite the restlessness of her mind, sleep came quickly.

Or so she thought, waking with a start.

“Trouble sleeping?”, a voice to her left asked her.

She turned towards the voice and a man was smiling at her, his eyes twinkling.

“My apologies”, he said, offering a hand, “That was rude.  My name is Gabriel.”

She shook his hand and replied, “My name is …..”

“Abigail”, Gabriel said with a smile, “Yes.  I know.”

Abigail frowned and started to ask him how he knew who she was when she was interrupted by the sound of children.

She turned to her right and realized she and the stranger were standing in a parking lot in front of a candy store.

A group of kids were running out of the store, chatting back and forth as the store owner locked the door, turned off the “open” sign and disappeared inside the store.

“Ahhhhhh, kids”, Gabriel said, chuckling.

“They are always a great source of wisdom, don’t you think?”, he asked.

She turned towards him and noticed that he was staring at her, still with a big smile on his face.

“I don’t know”, she replied, “I’ve never really thought about it before.”

Gabriel pointed to the kids.

“Take a look at these kids”, he continued, “What do you think you can learn from them?”

Abigail shrugged as she looked at the children in front of her.

Gabriel pointed at the first one.  “Take Tommy, for example”, he said, “He went into the candy store and not realizing he could choose anything he wanted, limited himself to something he didn’t like because he thought it was the only choice available to him.  He suffers from choice by limitation.”

“Or”, he said, pointing to the little girl beside Tommy, “Jenny, who got so caught up in the process of evaluating her choices became a victim of choice by indirectness and ended up being left with choosing something from what little was left after all the other kids had already made their choices.”

“Then there’s young Gerald over there”, Gabriel continued as he pointed, “who was so focused on choice by elimination, weeding out each choice by criteria that only he understands, was left with something he doesn’t like because he had accidentally rejected the better options with his excessive and unnecessary criteria.”

“I don’t understand”, Abigail said quietly as she watched the children.

“Sure you do”, replied Gabriel, “You’re choosing not to understand.  Observe.”

“Young Joel over there”, Gabriel continued, pointing to the smallest child, “didn’t make a choice at all and ended up with the last candy in the store even though he doesn’t like it, something I call the choice by default.”

“Little Vicky standing beside him had so many preconditions on what her choice should look like, something we call excessive conditional choice, that she ended up with a candy that she would gladly trade away for almost anything.  The only problem is that she has too many conditions on any trade and so she won’t find anyone who would want to trade with her.”

“Meanwhile”, continued Gabriel, “Bobby embraces choice by reaction, where he worked so hard not to choose something that someone else wanted or that would upset someone, that he chose a candy that he hated but at least he took comfort in the fact that he didn’t upset anyone.  Susan, on the other hand, using choice by consensus, asked everyone else which candy was best and ended up with a recommendation that she hated, fearing to act on her own needs and interests.”

“All of this from candy?”, Abigail, asked, “I don’t understand ….”

Gabriel silenced her by raising his hand.

“Patience”, he said, “I’m almost done.”

“Let’s see”, he said, scanning the crowd, “Who is left?”

“Ah yes”, he said with satisfaction, “Young William over there believes that orange gumdrops have magic powers and so he chose a large orange one using a process we call choice by adverse possession.  Data, while important, is ignored and thus he consistently produces poor results based on choices that don’t even make sense.”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“And then we have one child left”, Gabriel observed quietly.

Abigail looked over the crowd of children and saw a young girl sitting on the step, sobbing with her head in her hands.

“Why is she crying?”, Abigail asked.

“She suffers from choice by excessive permutation”, Gabriel said quietly, “Otherwise known as choice by over-processing.  She is learning that when we spend too much time looking over every option incessantly or because we fear making the wrong choice, we often end up having all of our options removed from us for different reasons. In her case, she waited so long to make a choice that the store closed before she could make one and all of her options were suddenly removed.  Many times in these situations, we end up having choices made for us or as in Abigail’s case, we end up with nothing at all.”

Abigail gasped, startled by the mention of her name and as she looked more closely at the child, she gasped again.

She was looking at herself as a child.

She started to speak when she suddenly realized that Gabriel was walking towards the little girl.

He knelt down beside her, hugged her and then opened his hand to reveal a bright red gumball.

The little girl looked at him hesitatingly and he smiled back at her, nodding his head approvingly.

She took the gumball from his palm quickly, expressed a quick “thank you, mister” and ran off to join her friends.

Gabriel stood up and watched the kids run off with their candy.

Abigail walked over to Gabriel and as she reached his side, he looked at her, the smile never leaving his face.

“Not everyone gets a second chance when they make the wrong choices or in this case, no choice at all”, he said, his dark glittering eyes staring into hers.

“Do you understand what I’m telling you?”, Gabriel asked her.

“I think so”, began Abigail but she was interrupted by Gabriel’s raised hand.

“You’re thinking too much”, he said, “I can tell by the look in your eye that you’re about to embark on a deep analysis when the answer offered here is closer to the surface than you realize.  Act on it.”

Gabriel paused for a moment.

“Act on it”, he repeated, “No choice is a choice.  Delayed choices often end up becoming no choice.  No choice or an improper way of making choices will not produce the results you seek or deserve.”

Abigail said nothing for a moment, started to speak and then was interrupted by an unusual sound from behind her.

She turned towards the sound ….

…. and awoke with a start when she realized it was her alarm, beckoning her to return from the world of dreams.

She rubbed her eyes blearily, confused by her dream, and she reached over to turn off the alarm.

And then she saw it.

A shiny, bright, red gumball lay on the night table beside her cell phone.

To be continued.


© 2017 – Harry Tucker – All Rights Reserved

Background

This post came to mind after a series of meetings this morning and listening to explanations from different team members as to why they were doing what they were doing.

It is also a long-distance dedication to V. and others who hesitate to make the choices they are called to make to maximize their potential.

Many of us avoid making the choices that really matter through one or more of the following processes (borrowed from The Path of Least Resistance and expanded upon):

  1. Choice by limitation - choosing only what seems possible or reasonable
  2. Choice by indirectness – focusing on the process instead of the result
  3. Choice by elimination - eliminating possibilities until only one one exists
  4. Choice by default - choosing to not make a choice, forcing a choice to occur by default
  5. Conditional choice - imposing preconditions on choices
  6. Choice by reaction – making choices designed to overcome / prevent conflict
  7. Choice by consensus - following the result of an informal poll that determines what everyone else wants or recommends
  8. Choice by adverse possession – choices based on a hazy metaphysical notion about the nature of the Universe
  9. No choice by excessive permutation – choices limited by sensory overload, causing no choice or a choice by default
  10. No choice by over-processing - taking too long to choose, devolving into choice by default (or none) – similar to no choice by excessive permutation.

Few people are direct and purposeful with their choices, whether it be in selection, execution and follow-through.

Are you one of them?

Are you sure?

How do you know?

Series Origin

This series, a departure from my usual musings, is inspired as a result of conversations with former senior advisors to multiple Presidents of the United States, senior officers in the US Military and other interesting folks as well as my own professional background as a Wall St. / Fortune 25 strategy advisor and large-scale technology architect.

While this musing is just “fiction” (note the quotes) and a departure from my musings on technology, strategy, politics and society, as a strategy guy, I do everything for a reason and with a measurable outcome in mind. :-)

This “fictional” musing is a continuation of the #1206 series noted here and is part of the Abigail / Gabriel series noted here.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Defining Your Purpose–The Certainty of Uncertainty

My soul can find no staircase to Heaven unless it be through Earth's loveliness. - Michelangelo

I truly believe that everything that we do and everyone that we meet is put in our path for a purpose. There are no accidents; we're all teachers - if we're willing to pay attention to the lessons we learn, trust our positive instincts and not be afraid to take risks or wait for some miracle to come knocking at our door. - Marla Gibbs

The #1206 “fiction” series continues …


Geri crawled into bed next to Will.  It had been a busy but fruitful, fulfilling day.  She kissed Will and snuggled lovingly into him.  Sleep came fast and easy for her …..

…. and then she awoke with a start.

She was no longer in her bed but sitting in a chair in a darkened, softly lit room empty of anything but the comfortable chair she found herself in.

She looked frantically for Will but he was nowhere to be found and for a moment, panic began to seize her.

A voice from nowhere, everywhere and within her spoke softly and gently to her.  “There is nothing to fear here, Geri”, it said kindly.

The voice paused for a moment before continuing.

“Before you move on in your journey, it is normal that your journey-to-date be reviewed.  Hopefully you will find the review to be useful”, the voice said.

Images appeared around Geri, movies floating in the air about her.  She recognized them all.  It was her Life in all of its early struggle.  One moment she was observing being bullied in school, another time she saw abuse at the hands of someone who sought to relieve his pain by pushing it on her.  She watched her younger self struggle with her career and a Life of personal difficulty.  Years of frustration, unanswered prayers and a sense of being lost in Purpose were replayed and she felt painful, all-too-familiar emotions welling up inside her as she remembered those days.

“How do you know this?”, Geri asked in bewilderment.

“This is not the time for questions”, replied the voice, “Observe.”

Geri watched the movies in silence, tears rolling down her cheeks.  Small, personal victories and moments of happiness were interspersed with long stretches of difficulty.  She relived her feelings of fear, failure and a strong sense of unworthiness that she had experienced then.

And then the movies disappeared.

Geri sat in silence, digesting what she had just watched.

“This was your Life story”, the voice said.

She cleared her throat and spoke.

“That wasn’t my whole story”, she said quietly.

“True”, replied the voice, “We spent a long time preparing you for your real story.  Sometimes, difficult things were sent your way to prepare you for your Purpose.  Other times we sent gifts to you in the form of opportunity but you resisted them, choosing the difficult path when an easier one was available.  Some lessons were necessary.  Some were voluntary on your part.  All of them were important.”

The voice paused.

“Observe”, it said.

Another movie appeared.  It showed a meeting she had had with a long time friend many years ago.  They were talking about her struggles as they had done in the past and he was encouraging her to stop being fixated on what had gone wrong in her Life. He implored her to see her difficulties as preparation for something greater and to allow herself to be guided towards her real calling instead of driving towards what she believed that calling to be.  He was reading to her from his Bible, quoting Ecclesiastes  3:1-11 and how everything mattered in its own time.  The time had come to use her talents and gifts in the way she was meant to and not in the way she thought she was supposed to, he had implored.

“I remember this meeting”, Geri said, “Hank was telling me something I already knew.”

“Perhaps”, replied the voice, “Hank, or Gabriel as we know him, was telling you something important that you had ignored for your entire adult Life.  So while you claim to have known this all along, it was your failure to take any action that kept you trapped in the Life that you hated.  Gabriel’s task when you met him that day was to get you to think differently.  Do you remember what happened after that meeting?”

“Yes”, Geri replied, “Will and I decided to trust our instinct more.  I gave up on my dreams of running a big, fancy, impactful company and we settled on a bed and breakfast that we had had our eye on for some time.  It was kind of a silly dream I guess but I always like it was something that kept calling me and so we gave in to the feeling and followed it.”

“A silly dream?”, asked the voice, “Observe.”

Movies again began to play in the air around her.  One movie showed a successful artist proudly exhibiting his art to an admiring audience in a large art gallery.  Another movie showed a couple lying on a beach, intertwined in each other as they watched the sun go down.  In another, a young man was saying goodbye to his father as he lay dying in a hospital bed.

Other movies played all around her.

“Who are these people?”, Geri asked as she watched them all in awe and bewilderment.

“The young artist stayed at your bed and breakfast when he was struggling to find his way in his vocation.”, replied the voice, “The couple were experiencing the death throes of their marriage when they decided to give it one last try by spending a romantic weekend at that same bed and breakfast.  The other young man and his father had become estranged over the years and had decided that it was important that they reconnect and they did so at your bed and breakfast shortly before his father died.”

The voice paused for a moment.

“All of these people were struggling.  Their lives changed when they met the owners of the bed and breakfast.  As their Life Journey took them through your bed and breakfast, they were transformed.”

The voice paused again before continuing.

“As were you and Will”, it said gently.

“I don’t understand”, said Geri quietly.

“We spent your entire Life preparing you for your real Purpose.  You fought us and resisted us the whole way.  When you finally acquiesced, the Purpose we had for you was allowed to come to fruition.  You wanted to serve people but you kept getting in your own way.  Impactful service was much easier to achieve and closer at hand than you realized.”

Geri sat in silence, tears once again rolling down her cheeks.

“I didn’t know”, she said quietly.

“Nor were you meant to”, replied the voice, “You would have attempted too many shortcuts had you known.  Human beings cheat if they know the answers in advance.”

“What about Will?”, she asked, “Where is he?  Can I see him?”

“He still has a small part of his Calling remaining”, replied the voice, “You will see him soon.”

There was a moment of silence.

“You once had someone important that you lost”, said the voice gently, “Tell me about her.”

Geri choked down the sobs that wanted to well up within her and she looked down at the floor.

“My mother was everything”, she said, “When she died, I felt like I had lost my champion.”

“What would you tell your mother if you could speak to her right now?”, asked the voice, “What do you think your Champion would tell you about all of the people whose lives were changed when they met you and Will at your bed and breakfast?”

Geri shook her head for a moment and then looked up to answer the question.

As she did so, she was stunned to see her mother standing in front of her.  Behind her, others stood, people that she had recognized as having helped her over the years or whom she had helped.

She opened her mouth to speak …..

To be continued.


© 2016 – Harry Tucker – All Rights Reserved

Background

This blog post is a long distance dedication to someone I can not identify.

Perhaps the person is you.

You know what it means.

Someone is waiting for you.

What are you waiting for?

Series Origin

This series, a departure from my usual musings, is inspired as a result of conversations with former senior advisors to multiple Presidents of the United States, senior officers in the US Military and other interesting folks as well as my own professional background as a Wall St. / Fortune 25 strategy advisor and large-scale technology architect.

While this musing is just “fiction” (note the quotes) and a departure from my musings on technology, strategy, politics and society, as a strategy guy, I do everything for a reason and with a measurable outcome in mind. :-)

This “fictional” musing is a continuation of the #1206 series noted here.

Saturday, April 9, 2016

Wanted: A Few Smart Terrorists

Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win

He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious.

Rouse him, and learn the principle of his activity or inactivity. Force him to reveal himself, so as to find out his vulnerable spots.

- Sun Tzu, The Art of War

The #1206 “fiction” series continues …


Tom sat in silence in the crowded, stuffy community hall, carefully observing what was going on around him.  He had answered an ad the week before, asking for people who were angry and ticked off with their government to meet here tonight so that the disenfranchised could implement plans to destroy their government.

He was attending the meeting on the recommendation of his boss at Homeland Security to see if there was any merit to this little get-together.  He had accepted his orders easily, joking with his boss about the stereotypical, conspiracy-laden people he had expected to meet.

The only thing was that he wasn’t laughing any more.  In fact, some of the ideas being presented and developed here were not funny at all.  His stomach turned over as he realized that many of the ideas being considered were a real problem to the security of the nation.

He observed the leader of the group.  He was a fairly nondescript person in all aspects except for three – he was very tall, he was very skilful in drawing thoughts out of people and his eyes were dark, glittering and piercing.

“And”, thought Tom, “he doesn’t smile much.”

The two-hour meeting went by quickly and as the attendees filed out of the room chattering excitedly, Tom decided that he needed to get to know the facilitator a little better.

He walked up to the front of the hall and feigning excitement, thrust out his hand.  “Hi”, Tom said, “My name is Charlie.  That was a pretty cool meeting tonight.  It’s about time someone sticks it to those bastards.”

The facilitator looked at Tom’s extended hand uncertainly, ignored it and smiled thinly.  “My name is Gabriel”, he said, “Thank you.  We felt it was time to do something more impactful.”

“I think it will be very impactful”, replied Tom, slipping into the role of an anti-government conspiracist, “I’m glad I came tonight.”

“Glad to hear it”, Gabriel replied, staring into Tom’s eyes.  Tom suddenly felt uncomfortable as Gabriel’s dark eyes appeared to examine him at a very deep level.

“Will you be back next week?”, asked Gabriel, “This is a three-night exercise leading up to execution of the best ideas.”

“You better believe it”, Tom said, projecting a facade of enthusiasm.

“Good”, said Gabriel as he returned to putting his material away.

Tom interpreted the silence as a good night and began to walk towards the door.

“Charlie?”, Gabriel asked as Tom walked out.

“Yes?”, asked Tom as he turned towards Gabriel.

“Remember this”, replied Gabriel, “Things are not always what they seem.”

With that, he returned to putting his material away.

Tom frowned and walked out the door in silence.

As he got in his car, something struck Tom.

“He said “we” felt it was time”, thought Tom, “Who are “we”?”


The subsequent meetings over the next two weeks took place as scheduled.  The one thing that struck him was how deep and broad the ideas ranged in impact, ingenuity and yet, simplicity.  “We’ve been spending billions of dollars and we’ve missed almost all of these”, thought Tom with a shiver.

As Gabriel closed the final meeting, he thanked all of the attendees and promised them that significant action was coming very soon.

As in the first meeting, Tom waited for the other attendees to file out before approaching Gabriel.

Gabriel looked up and stared him with the same intense, soul-examining stare.  “Are you ready?” Gabriel asked.

“I think so”, Tom replied.

“We’ll see”, replied Gabriel, “The time to act is upon you.  Good evening.”

Tom muttered a “good evening” and walked out, mulling over Gabriel’s comment.  “The time is upon me to act?”, he thought to himself, “Why isn’t it upon all of us?”


The next morning, Tom found himself debriefing his colleagues and superiors about the meetings he had been attending.  He explained how thorough the facilitator named Gabriel had been in extracting ideas from the attendees as he outlined the significant threat that many of these ideas represented.  At the end of his presentation, he was dismissed and left the boardroom, his stomach still churning over the havoc that this group could create.

As he approached his office, his personal assistant stopped him.  “You have a visitor”, she said, “He is waiting in your office.”

Tom frowned, started to ask her why she allowed a visitor to enter his office unattended, thought better of it and proceeded into his office.

His visitor was standing at the window, staring out over the parking lot.

Before Tom could speak, his visitor spoke quietly.

“You didn’t look like a Charlie to me”, he said.

Gabriel turned to face Tom and smiled thinly, his dark eyes glittering as they once more burrowed deeply into Tom’s soul.

Tom could feel anger rising up in him and began to speak but Gabriel silenced him with a raised hand.

Gabriel walked over and sat in Tom’s executive chair and gestured for Tom to sit down.

Tom sat silently, feeling confused at being made a guest in his own office.

Gabriel tossed two file folders onto the desk in front of him.

“In the first file”, Gabriel began, “You will find the names, addresses and other particulars of every person who attended my meetings.  Please do with that as you will.  I would suggest that you not take too long worrying about their rights.”

Tom frowned and began to speak but again, Gabriel silenced him with an upraised hand.

“In the other file”, Gabriel continued, “You will find detailed plans that threaten your nation.  You would be well-advised to read them, analyze them and initiate action to nullify or refute them.  Again, I suggest that you do this with a sense of urgency.”

“May I?”, asked Tom, pointing at the second file.

“Please”, acknowledged Gabriel.

Tom picked up the file and thumbed through it, feeling excited and nauseated simultaneously at the level of detail contained within the folder.

“I don’t understand”, stammered Tom, “Who are you?  Why are you doing this?”

“Who I am matters not”, replied Gabriel, “As for why we are doing this, we felt that your efforts to fight terror were inadequate and lacked a sense of urgency so we thought we would help you along.  Sometimes the best way to light a fire under someone to figure out what their greatest problems and threats are is to find people who have the creativity and desire to undermine or destroy them and to invite those people to create strategies and tactics to that end.  They are often blinded with hate and with nothing to lose, they unleash creativity that is often missing or lost in bureaucracy or invisible to people who are too close to their problems and thus blinded to the solutions needed.  We felt that we could tap this “nothing to lose”, unbridled hatred to identify problems that you hadn’t anticipated and to present them to you.  All you need to do is to find the answers to the problems presented in that folder and you will be much further ahead than you are now.”

Tom frowned but said nothing as he mulled over more references to “we”.

“It’s an easy concept to grasp”, continued Gabriel, “It works well almost anywhere, in business, in relationships, in governments and yes, even in national security.  Many people spend too much time, energy and money trying to identify the right things to do or the highest priority issues to solve and because of a number of factors, often miss the most important things that require attention.  Oftentimes, the easiest and best thing to do is to find motivated people who are very good at identifying ways to threaten you and encourage them to do what they enjoy doing most of all.  The rest is fairly easy.”

Tom cleared his throat, stared at Gabriel intently and said “This will need to be vetted with my superiors.  I will need you to ….”

Gabriel interrupted him again.

“We’ve done enough for you for now”, he said tersely as he stood up.

“Good luck, Tom”, he continued, “Remember that we often only get one chance to get things right once the answers have been placed before us.”

Gabriel then strode past Tom and out of his office.

Tom jumped up and ran towards the office door but as he stepped outside his office, Gabriel was nowhere to be seen.

His personal assistant looked up quizzically.

“Where is he?”, demanded Tom.

“Where is who?”, she asked.

Tom shook his head and was about to respond when his phone rang.

“One sec”, he said as he turned to answer the phone.

“Hello?”, he said, picking up the phone receiver.

Tom listened in silence for 10 minutes as the voice on the other end of the phone spoke quickly and urgently.

“You say his name was Gabriel and you just spoke to him?”, asked Tom, suddenly feeling confused and weak with a need to sit down.

To be continued.


© 2016 – Harry Tucker – All Rights Reserved

Background

The problem solving technique described in this post is actually a useful one, using the minds of people who are motivated to destroy you to come up with ideas and plans to undermine your weaknesses in strategy, tactics, product design, deployment, service offering or any other issue found within government, business or other relationships.

Solving those issues should likely be your highest priority as they potentially represent the greatest threat to your success.

It can produce startling results that contrast sharply with the boring, often useless idea generation exercises too-often adopted by too many organizations.  It produces an interesting, useful result with a sense of urgency too often missing in organizations.

As for the story I wrapped around it, it’s just “fiction” to make a point.

Isn’t it?

Series Origin

This series, a departure from my usual musings, is inspired as a result of conversations with former senior advisors to multiple Presidents of the United States, senior officers in the US Military and other interesting folks as well as my own professional background as a Wall St. / Fortune 25 strategy advisor and large-scale technology architect.

While this musing is just “fiction” (note the quotes) and a departure from my musings on technology, strategy, politics and society, as a strategy guy, I do everything for a reason and with a measurable outcome in mind. :-)

This “fictional” musing is a continuation of the #1206 series noted here.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Your Power to Reinvent a Life

Let my heart be broken with the things that break the heart of God - Bob Pierce

The #1206 “fiction” series continues …


It was a cold day in NYC as Gabriel stamped his feet in a vain effort to stay warm. He had just come from a meeting of colleagues and friends to thank them for completing their annual Christmas project.  “Wow”, he thought, “$365,000 raised to provide Christmas gifts to 763 battered women and children hiding in shelters.  My network is …….. incredible.”

His eyes started to mist up as he thought about their generosity and he stamped his feet again in the cold.

As if reading his thoughts, the lady standing next to him at the bus stop said, “Public transit always seems like a good option until you’re freezing your buns off”, causing Gabriel to laugh. 

“You’re reading my mind”, he said as he turned to smile at her.

As he cast his eyes upon her, his eyes widened slightly.at the sight of her winter coat.  “That’s a very nice coat”, he said.

“Thank you”, she replied as she smiled, “I’m told that it’s a very exclusive coat available in only one store in America.”

Gabriel was still slightly in shock as he looked at her.  “You don’t know where you got your coat from?”, he asked.

“Well”, she said as she looked down at her boots, “It’s a little complicated and embarrassing.”

“What do you mean?”, asked Gabriel, feeling his curiosity rise.

“Well”, she continued, “I don’t know who bought the coat.”

“How is that possible?”, asked Gabriel as he sensed something developing around them.

“Well”, she said quietly, “I received this coat Christmas before last while I was in a battered woman’s shelter.  My soon-to-be ex-husband had been beating me up on a regular basis and one night I grabbed my kids and left.  A friend turned us on to a battered woman’s shelter and we spent that Christmas in hiding from my then-husband.”

“Wow”, said Gabriel, “I’m very sorry to hear that.  So someone at the shelter gave you the coat?”

“Sort of”, she replied, “One of the staff asked me one day what would my kids and I would like for Christmas and I thought she was joking.  I gave her a list and she left.  On Christmas morning, the lady came into our room with a bunch of wrapped gifts for myself and my kids.  When I opened my gifts, one of them was this coat.”

Gabriel swallowed hard as he listened but said nothing.

“Funny thing”, she said, “Up to then, I had the feeling that I wasn’t worth much and there wasn’t much hope for my future or the future of my kids.  As I saw what was happening that Christmas, I realized that someone out there actually thought I mattered.”

She paused, took her glasses off and wiped her eyes.

“Do you know what it’s like to believe that you don’t matter?", she asked Gabriel.

“It must have been quite difficult”, Gabriel replied, relieved that his sunglasses hid his own misty eyes.

“It was but do you know what?  That coat changed my Life”, she said.

“How so?”, asked Gabriel.

“Well”, she replied, “When it sank in that I mattered, it occurred to me that I had been given a chance for a new start.  I took a look at my situation and realized that not only was this not the end for us but that we were worthy of everything we wanted and with that, I set out to create a new Life for myself and my kids.  Here I am almost two years later and our Life is starting to take off.  I have found someone who is very good to me, my divorce is almost final, I have a great job and my kids are the happiest they have been in a long time.”

She paused and wiped her eyes again.

“All because of a silly coat”, she said quietly.

“It’s not a silly coat”, said Gabriel as he swallowed hard, “It’s a very nice coat.”

“Thank you”, she said as she smiled.

There was a brief moment of silence before she turned to him again.  “Do you know what the most amazing thing of all is?”, she asked.

“What?”, asked Gabriel.

“I can’t thank the person who did this for us”, she replied, “I have no idea who it is and have been told I will never know.  I feel weird that I cannot thank the person who created a new Life for myself and my kids.”

“That is interesting indeed”, said Gabriel, “What would you say to the person if you know you were standing beside them?”

“Wow”, replied the woman as she contemplated Gabriel’s question, “I honestly don’t know.  I think I would be so overwhelmed with gratitude that I might find myself unable to speak at all.  Many times when I am walking around, I find myself imagining who of the people around me might be the one.”

She paused for a moment.

“I hope someday I get to thank them for what they have done for me and my kids”, she said quietly.

“I believe that someday you will get that opportunity”, Gabriel said, smiling.

“You think so?”, replied the woman. 

Gabriel nodded but said nothing, unable to respond as he felt his emotions overwhelming him.

Looking down the street, she saw her bus coming and exclaimed, “Finally!”

Gabriel followed her gaze and said, “Lucky you.  That’s not my bus.”

As the bus stopped in front of them, she turned to Gabriel and thanked him for the conversation.  “I hope you and your family have a great Christmas”, she said, “Thank you for listening to my story.”

“Thank you for sharing it”, replied Gabriel, “I wish you and your two boys a very Merry Christmas as well.”

She smiled, turned and stepped up into the bus. 

As she flashed her monthly pass to the driver, something occurred to her. 

“How did he know I have two boys?”, she asked.

“Excuse me?”, asked the bus driver.

She turned towards the door of the bus and noticed that the man had his phone up to his ear.

“Remember that special coat we ordered for the battered women’s shelter a couple of years ago?”, she heard him ask the person on the other end of the conversation.

She gasped ……

…… the door of the bus closed …..

….. and the bus drove away as she watched the man fade into the distance.

To be continued.


© 2015 – Harry Tucker – All Rights Reserved

Addendum - December 23, 2015

When I see videos like this (Warning – VERY disturbing content), with tens of thousands of likes and shares on Facebook, I wonder what kind of society we are creating.  Is it any wonder that so many people are desensitized when it comes to violence against women? [Author note - April 22, 2016: The offending video appears to have been taken down. It was a video of a man in his twenties beating a woman in the head with a metal collapsible chair. I don't know what was more disturbing, the fact that the video was made at all, that it was distributed or that it had hundreds of thousands of Facebook likes.]

We can and must do MUCH better.

Background

This story is a fictional musing based on an actual project.  This year, my colleagues and I raised $365,000 US and purchased gifts for 763 battered women and children in shelters.  The logistics are complex but the result is always worth it.

The project works like this.

We contact battered women’s shelters every Christmas and ask them to ask their guests what their needs are for Christmas.  They gather a list, send it to us and we fill it.  Some women refuse our request for pride reasons and many tell us to buy stuff for their kids only. 

The lists are often a mix of the practical (like coats and boots) as well as fun stuff like toys and games for their kids.

We are not allowed to see or meet these people for security reasons.  It is possible, from the shelter’s perspective, that we may in fact be “looking” for someone to report their location back to a batterer.  I have also been told that we would recognize some of the women, being wives of politicians, well-known businessmen, entertainers and the like and such recognition could produce complexity for them.

As I thought about the conclusion of this year’s project, I wondered – “Whatever becomes of the people that we have helped over the years.  Do they fall back into old traps and broken relationships or do they turn their Life around, having been shown that they matter by a complete stranger whom they will never meet?  Do they look at every stranger in the years that follow and wonder if that person is “the one””

I chose to believe the better reality when this story came to mind.

Find a way to help someone in need.

You NEVER know what outcome it will produce.

Series Origin

This series, a departure from my usual musings, is inspired as a result of conversations with former senior advisors to multiple Presidents of the United States, senior officers in the US Military and other interesting folks as well as my own professional background as a Wall St. / Fortune 25 strategy advisor and large-scale technology architect.

While this musing is just “fiction” (note the quotes) and a departure from my musings on technology, strategy, politics and society, as a strategy guy, I do everything for a reason and with a measurable outcome in mind. :-)

This “fictional” musing is a continuation of the #1206 series noted here.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Persevering Through the Impossible

If you wish to succeed in life, make perseverance your bosom friend, experience your wise counsellor, caution your elder brother, and hope your guardian genius. - Joseph Addison

Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained. - Marie Curie

The #1206 “fiction” series continues …


Frank sat in his office and stared numbly at his laptop screen.  It was another long night, bringing to a conclusion another day where he had begun his day believing that this would be the day and yet as the day wound down, it was just as disappointing as the last time he believed that this day would be magical.  “I think that was yesterday”, he thought as he shook his head in sadness and frustration.

Sighing heavily, he closed his laptop, placed it in his backpack, turned off the office lights in silence, locked the office door and proceeded towards the elevator.  A minute later, he was walking down the street towards his car when he realized that he was probably too tired to drive home.  “Maybe a coffee first”, he thought as he stepped inside the coffee shop on the corner.

As he settled in with his coffee, he stared up at the TV screen in the corner.  He was so mentally numb that he couldn’t think of anything at all and so he stared at the screen in silence.

“What a world”, said a voice beside him and he looked down from the TV to see someone staring intently at him.

“No kidding”, Frank said, “I wonder when we will get things right in the world and live up to our potential.”

“An excellent observation”, the stranger acknowledged as the two men returned their gaze to the TV screen.

The stranger broke the silence a minute later when he turned to Frank and asked, “Why do you think that humans don’t live up to their potential?”

Frank was startled by the directness of the question and the reference to “humans” but he bit his lip in thought for a moment before replying, “Maybe it’s because they are spending more time running from what they fear rather than running towards what they desire and what they should be able to achieve with their strengths.  Maybe …. I’m not sure.”

“Very interesting answer”, said the stranger, “Do you know what your strengths are?”

“Of course”, replied Frank and he started to speak but then paused in thought.

“It seems you are not sure”, observed the stranger.

“Well”, protested Frank, “I do know what they are.  They are just hard to explain.”

“I believe Einstein once said ‘If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough’”, said the stranger wryly, “Care to try again?  How about a different question?  Do you believe that you are you running from what you fear or towards what you desire?”

“Well”, said Frank hesitatingly, “I want to make money to take care of my employees and my family.”

“And why is that?”, asked the stranger, leaning in towards Frank and staring at him intently.

“Well”, said Frank somewhat testily, “It’s obvious.  It’s so that we don’t end up hungry or on the street, the same reason that everyone else works.”

“Hmmmmm”, said the stranger, “It seems then that you have your cause and effect mixed up.  I would suggest you are working more against your fear of poverty than towards your desire for wealth.”

Frank opened his mouth to protest, caught himself and closed it again.

“Things have been a struggle lately, haven’t they ,Frank?”, asked the stranger bluntly.

Frank frowned at the question but moments later found himself telling this complete stranger about his struggles in his Life, including in his business and in his personal Life.

“I pray every day for an end to this struggle”, he concluded, “But either God is not listening, he doesn’t care, he wants to punish me or he doesn’t exist.”

His eyes welled up as his voice fell silent.

“That is an interesting set of conclusions you are entertaining”, replied the stranger, “But have you ever considered that this struggle is for a reason?”

“How can this be for a reason?”, asked Frank as he wiped his eyes, “What in the name of God could be useful about this struggle?”

“Work with me for a moment”, replied the stranger as he smiled, “Imagine if I told you that this struggle was for a very important reason that is currently beyond your understanding but which someday you would come to know the truth as to why.”

Frank stared at the stranger but said nothing.

“Imagine”, continued the stranger, “That the whole reason for this struggle is to help you prepare for the next big event in your Life and that in order for you to be prepared for that event, it is important for you to learn lessons from your current struggle.”

“What kind of lessons?”, asked Frank quietly.

“Well”, replied the stranger, “Every struggle in Life teaches you many things in the areas of wisdom, understanding, counsel, fortitude, knowledge, piety and respect for a greater authority.  I would suggest to you that the majority of times you have made progress in any of these areas was when you were under pressure or duress as opposed to times when your Life was easy and free of stress.  However, most people, including yourself, learn very little during struggle and therefore you often find yourselves constantly struggling with the same things.  Before you protest, think about it and then tell me if this is true.”

Frank said nothing but bit his lip in thought as he replayed the significant growth points in his Life.  “The stranger is right”, he thought, “The times of greatest leaps in my Life came on the heels of great struggle.”

“Your silence tells me that you agree”, noted the stranger, “Now let’s bend your brain a little bit further.  There are some secrets for how you get through this difficulty and grow in the areas that I just mentioned.  Do you want to know what they are, Frank?”

“I do”, said Frank, “In fact, I really need to know.”

“Good”, smiled the stranger, “Here is what you need to do.  I will write them down on a napkin for you.”

The stranger wrote on a napkin and passed it to Frank.

Frank turned the napkin towards him and read:

As I make my way through my difficulty, I will strive to adhere to the virtues of prudence, justice, fortitude and temperance.

“Ok”, mumbled Frank, “That’s it?”

“There’s more”, replied the stranger as he passed Frank another napkin.

I will avoid the key sins of excessive pride, covetousness, lust, anger, gluttony, envy and sloth.

“And yet a little more”, said the stranger as he passed Frank a third napkin.

As I serve my company, my family and my community, I will honor the attributes of charity, service, joy, peace, patience, compassion, goodness, humility, gentleness, kindness, modesty and honesty.

“And one final one”, said the stranger as he passed a fourth napkin to Frank.

In order to accomplish this, I will ask four questions every hour of every day:

  • Where should I go?
  • What should I do?
  • What should I say?
  • To whom should I say it?

Frank stared at the four napkins arranged before him for a moment before turning to the stranger.

“That’s all well and good and seems easy enough if you are not up to your neck in hell”, Frank said sharply, “But when you are in the thick of things, it’s not easy to live by such pithy philosophy.”

The stranger ignored the barb in Frank’s comment as he replied.  “Possibly”, mused the stranger, “But your problem is that you are trying to go it alone too much.  Carrying so much by yourself is, as I think you would put it, not very intelligent strategically or tactically”.

Frank felt the sting of his criticism of others being delivered back to him but he said nothing.

“Good”, said the stranger, “You have finally discovered the importance of listening instead of constantly disagreeing with what you are told.  The way I see it, you need to improve in one or more of three categories – numerical support, capability and timing.”

“What do you mean?”, asked Frank.

“Well”, said the stranger, “Let’s start with the category of numerical support. In your belief that you can do it all yourself, you rarely delegate tasks and you are often unable to effectively partner with others because you don’t see their value or their ability to contribute to your Life results.”

“Secondly”, he continued, “Your ego doesn’t allow you to see areas where you need to improve your capabilities or the capabilities of those around you and so obvious moments of knowledge acquisition and application are lost on all of you.  It is for this reason that your current experience may be taking longer than usual since you are not getting the obvious lesson buried within the current difficult experience, thereby forcing you to remain mired in the lesson that you struggle with.”

“And finally”, the stranger concluded, “You are not using time effectively, taking too long to accomplish some tasks while setting impossible, inappropriately short deadlines for others.  The former can be deadly and result in lost opportunities while the latter can result in stress-filled but poor results which also lead to lost opportunities as well as personal and professional burnout.”

Frank listened intently but said nothing.

“Ahhhhh”, said the stranger as he smiled, “I like a student who listens.  Here’s the challenge with all of these things.  If you find the right duration for a task, setting an appropriate deadline without rushing things while executing intelligently in the process, you often allow the Universe to line up things for you for a greater result.  The catch is that you can’t wait too long as extending the duration beyond that which the task requires can cause others to harvest your opportunities or cause you to diminish your result as you exhaust your resources, whether it be time, energy or money.  Taking too long may also expose vulnerabilities in your execution or capability that someone else may take advantage of, so you need to be careful.”

“In addition”, said the stranger, “"Executing quickly but intelligently and with the element of strategic and tactical surprise may enhance your capability, reduce the risks associated with extended duration and equalize any inferiority of odds when compared to the potential of others.”

“I don’t understand”, said Frank.

“Ah yes, that is a little academic”, the stranger said patiently as if anticipating the question, “Here’s an example.  Let’s say you are confronted one night by three men in a dark alley.  With three to one odds, their numerical superiority places you at great risk.  Your risk is minimized or removed if your numerical support is enhanced by having additional companions with you or, even if you are alone, your capabilities are enhanced with the possession of martial arts experience or a weapon.”

“Now”, said the stranger, “As you can see, lack of numerical support and capability inferiority can be overcome to help you beat impossible odds.  Now let’s think about time.  If you take the time to quickly but intelligently assess the situation without panicking, you might notice an escape route and use it to run to safety.  However, if you rush into an altercation, you will miss this discovery.  Conversely, if you decide after some deliberation but without searching for an intelligent solution to your problem that you will fight these protagonists toe to toe, even if you fight valiantly, eventually their numerical odds will wear you out and you will be defeated.  Intelligence and timing in strategic and tactical execution make all the difference.”

“I guess what I am trying to say”, concluded the stranger, “Is that trouble and difficulty like what you are facing force people like yourself to learn and apply gifts, strengths, talents and knowledge that they wouldn’t have learned if their Life was filled with comfort and in fact, such difficulty possibly helps people to identify strengths that they probably aren’t even aware of.  You are in the process of either discovering new strengths or discovering new ways to apply existing strengths.  Both are essential to your future success.  However, remember this.  There is always someone looking out for you regardless of whether you believe this or not.”

Frank’s mind reeled as he absorbed what the stranger said, noting how the stranger put emphasis on the words “always someone”.

“Don’t try to digest this all at once”, said the stranger, “Sleep on it and see how you feel in the morning.”

The stranger stood up to leave and offered his hand to Frank.  “My name is Gabriel, by the way”, he said, “I hope I have somehow given you something to think about that might be helpful for your current struggle.”

Frank accepted the proffered hand and said “Thank you, Gabriel.  You have given me a lot to think about.  And my name is Frank.”

“I know”, said Gabriel as he smiled.  He gestured to the napkins on the table.  “It is really important that you memorize those”, he said, “so that they become part of your core personal belief structure.”

He turned to walk away, hesitated and turned back towards Frank.  “I mean that – memorize them”, he said seriously, turned again and walked out the door.

Frank watched him walk away and then sat for about an hour reflecting on what the stranger had said before gathering up the napkins and heading out into the night to return home.

An hour later, he found himself excitedly telling his wife about his encounter with the stranger.  “And as proof”, he said to his incredulous wife, “Here are the napkins he wrote on.”

He pulled the napkins from his pocket only to discover in dismay that they were all blank.

“I don’t understand”, he stammered as he stared at the napkins.

And then something struck him and as it did so, he turned towards his wife.

“Do you know what the weird thing is?”, he asked her, “He knew my name before I told him what it was.”

They stared at each other in silence.

To be continued.


© 2015 – Harry Tucker – All Rights Reserved

Background

This story is loosely based on a true story.  Frank, upon reading this story, will instantly recognize himself.

Gabriel represents anyone who comes into our Lives and says or does something that becomes the moment that, upon reflection, we recognize as the person and event that turned our Life around.

I’ve been musing about this content in a mind map series I call the “Dots Project”.  Various iterations of this mind map can be found here.

Truth be told, I know many “Franks”.

I also know many “Gabriels”.

Maybe you are one or both of them.

I know that I have been both of them at different times in my Life.

It is normal to be like Frank, lost and overwhelmed and unable to see “the forest for the trees”. Offering Frank an attaboy or a pithy platitude will damage the person more than it will help them as I noted in the blog posts Drive-By Platitudes–Life Saving or Life Draining and Miracles–Praying For Them Or Being Them.

That’s why it is important that if you have the ability to play the role of Gabriel, that it is important that you do so.

When the opportunity presents itself, and it will, you will know why.

And to all the Franks (and Frankettes), hold on – Gabriel (or Gabrielle) is on the way, whether you believe it or not.

Series Origin

This series, a departure from my usual musings, is inspired as a result of conversations with former senior advisors to multiple Presidents of the United States, senior officers in the US Military and other interesting folks as well as my own professional background as a Wall St. / Fortune 25 strategy and large-scale technology architect.

While this musing is just “fiction” and a departure from my musings on technology, strategy, politics and society, as a strategy guy, I do everything for a reason and with a measurable outcome in mind. :-)

This “fictional” musing is a continuation of the #1206 series noted here.