I want to feel the same satisfaction, the pride and joy they felt, that the impossible is possible. My dear friends, the few who read this and which I’m referring to, you have inspired me. Congratulations to all of you.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Inspire Me
Today or Yesterday (20/05/07), whatever the case maybe, I was assigned an important task. The task consisted in documenting the finalization of 10 committed people through three months of training. Each of them had their own person goal, each of them prepared to be able to fulfil it; each of them has contributed to a bigger cause. I will remember the satisfaction in their faces when concluding it. The pride when they describe difficult moments and how they continued till the end.
I want to feel the same satisfaction, the pride and joy they felt, that the impossible is possible. My dear friends, the few who read this and which I’m referring to, you have inspired me. Congratulations to all of you.
I want to feel the same satisfaction, the pride and joy they felt, that the impossible is possible. My dear friends, the few who read this and which I’m referring to, you have inspired me. Congratulations to all of you.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Screw Up
Imagine you are 7 years old at recess time in the playground. There are dozens of hyper active kids running around playing ball or jumping the rope, just having good fun. At the farthest corner there is a little girl playing by herself. No one seems to notice her, but she really doesn’t mind.
Back in the classroom, while everyone is struggling with Math; she has already finished her exercises and thats day homework, history is a peace of cake and science the highlight of the day. However, when it is time for PE (physical Education) she is the last one to get picked. It seems her lack of coordination, skinny appearance, weak knees and hands, and the revengeful balls that always seem to prefer to land on her face instead of her hands are some of the reasons she is the last one standing.
She is always getting in bizarre situations, for e.g. getting her foot stuck between the rails of a seat, a branch of a tree breaking leaving her hanging on a treetop while playing hide and seek, getting stuck in a trash disposal for a couple of minutes, bugs flying into weird places in her clothes, breaking her arm whilst pretending to be mounted on a flying horse, etc, etc. The scenario remains the same for all her school years.
Finally, when she thinks she is in control of everything. Her appearance has improved though her glasses and high pitch, squeaky, annoying voice are still her trademark. She has manage to reduce the clumsiness in her movements, though still are far away to be considered delicate or elegant, but, she manages not to break things frequently. Her circle of friends has increased, surprisingly, people like to hang around her and find her interesting. Another remarkable change is that she has found her rhythm, no more two left feet, but actually a right one and a left one. She is still shy but overcame her fear to speak to boys and supress that uncontrollable urge to run to the toilet each time she did. Her self confidence and esteem are in pretty good shape.
Currently she has undertaken a PhD, her project something she is still trying to understand, but the fun part of it and the reason she chose it was because it is experimental. Her old memories of her childhood rush to her head; when she distractedly mixed two solutions which were not to be mixed; tripped over a hanging transducer, when she mentally repeated to herself: lift your f&^%$ legs and don’t trip over it; wounded her hand with a screw driver while trying to unscrew the wrong screw; broke a filter and a pressure regulator because she considered that the distance to the table was the same as to the floor; her trouser got torn into half while doing a split in the wrong sport(touch football).
The good thing is that she is permitted to have 5 screw ups during a week. So, I’ll keep you posted how the numbers are summing up.
Back in the classroom, while everyone is struggling with Math; she has already finished her exercises and thats day homework, history is a peace of cake and science the highlight of the day. However, when it is time for PE (physical Education) she is the last one to get picked. It seems her lack of coordination, skinny appearance, weak knees and hands, and the revengeful balls that always seem to prefer to land on her face instead of her hands are some of the reasons she is the last one standing.
She is always getting in bizarre situations, for e.g. getting her foot stuck between the rails of a seat, a branch of a tree breaking leaving her hanging on a treetop while playing hide and seek, getting stuck in a trash disposal for a couple of minutes, bugs flying into weird places in her clothes, breaking her arm whilst pretending to be mounted on a flying horse, etc, etc. The scenario remains the same for all her school years.
Finally, when she thinks she is in control of everything. Her appearance has improved though her glasses and high pitch, squeaky, annoying voice are still her trademark. She has manage to reduce the clumsiness in her movements, though still are far away to be considered delicate or elegant, but, she manages not to break things frequently. Her circle of friends has increased, surprisingly, people like to hang around her and find her interesting. Another remarkable change is that she has found her rhythm, no more two left feet, but actually a right one and a left one. She is still shy but overcame her fear to speak to boys and supress that uncontrollable urge to run to the toilet each time she did. Her self confidence and esteem are in pretty good shape.
Currently she has undertaken a PhD, her project something she is still trying to understand, but the fun part of it and the reason she chose it was because it is experimental. Her old memories of her childhood rush to her head; when she distractedly mixed two solutions which were not to be mixed; tripped over a hanging transducer, when she mentally repeated to herself: lift your f&^%$ legs and don’t trip over it; wounded her hand with a screw driver while trying to unscrew the wrong screw; broke a filter and a pressure regulator because she considered that the distance to the table was the same as to the floor; her trouser got torn into half while doing a split in the wrong sport(touch football).
The good thing is that she is permitted to have 5 screw ups during a week. So, I’ll keep you posted how the numbers are summing up.
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