Maybe you’re like me. That may sound like a sales line or a motivational seminar of some sort. I wouldn’t know because I’m not really into all that. But really, maybe you are like me. Probably not, because I don’t know a lot of people who are, but I know a couple, and it stands to reason that there may be more. Let me tell you a bit about myself, so that you can properly assess whether or not you are, indeed, like me. For your sake I hope not, but just in case…
I am 37 years of age, have never been married, nor do I have any children, and I have accomplished all this without the use of expensive drugs or alcohol. There may not be a thing about that statement that you can relate to, but if you have lived for more than five minutes, you’ve at least experienced disappointment, So we have that in common.
Maybe it happened when you were a child. Now that sounds like a typical beginning of a session with the therapist. Again, I wouldn’t know because… You guessed it, not into that either. But childhood is usually where these things begin…(yes I know how obvious that sounds) You may still remember it. You might have been watching a parade, everybody’s seen a parade at least once in their lives, if only on tv. But you were there watching and you saw the people on the float, or in the convertible, or marching with the drums, waving and throwing candy. Maybe you wanted to join the parade, maybe you wanted to sit in the car and wave or twirl a baton like that. Maybe you tried. Maybe right then and there you started to walk beside the band and chances are, you were prevented from doing so. Obviously now you know it was for your own safety, and mom didn’t want you to get lost and blah, blah, blah. Now you know that, but then you didn’t. All you knew was that, you couldn’t walk with the other people.
Maybe for you, it was a basketball game and you tried to run out on the court, or at church, and you tried to run up to the front and stand on the stage and use the microphone. Maybe you saw the President on television and said that you wanted to do that, to be on tv and be important, and maybe, just maybe your mom, or dad or whoever was in charge, said you can’t. Or maybe they just chuckled a little, or simply said nothing at all. Whether in word or deed, or lack there of, they told you, “You can’t.” And you probably believed them, at least a little bit. You would have completely believed them if it had not been for one thing: You saw it. You saw the people with the instruments. There were people on the court, there was a man on tv in a suit. You saw it with your eyes, right there in front of you. You may not have been able to put two and two together at the time, but you knew, even if you couldn’t articulate it then, you know it could be done. Your mind took a picture, made a recording and filed it all away, and if you’re anything like me it has been bugging you ever since...
