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HOW AN ENCOUNTER WITH A MARIJUANA SMOKER HELPED SOLVED MY PROBLEM
Life can teach us valuable things through any medium. Most times treasures are hidden in places that human minds can fathom but refuses to look at because they may seem too normal to accommodate such treasures. Sometime ago while coming out from a shopping mall where I had gone to get some groceries, my attention was caught by a very beautiful car that was obstructing the free flow of traffic. Other motorists at the back of this beautiful car started honing but it seemed that their honing were falling on deaf ears. We were very sure that someone was in the car because we could see the figure of a human at the driver's seat but there was no response from the person.
In order to help I walked to the driver's seat of the car and as I was about to pour out my anger on the driver, I discovered that the driver was a lady and she rested her head on the steering. As I looked further to see if she was dead or alive, I noticed something very strange. I noticed that her lips were muttering words that I couldn't understand and in her right hand was a rosary. Then it dawned on me that the beautiful lady in the beautiful and expensive car was so lost in prayer that she didn't realize that she was obstructing the free flow of traffic.
Despite the fact that she was praying, she still needed to move her car in order for other road users to drive out. So, I touched her and informed her. As she lifted her head from the steering, tears flowed from her eyes uncontrollably. Despite having what so many people are killing themselves for, there was one thing she needed so badly "REST". I could understand what she was going through because at that point in my life I too needed rest. I needed rest so badly that I could trade anything just to have it.
That particular incident of the lady in the beautiful and expensive car led me on a quest to search for the cure to my unrest. Despite surfing the Internet and reading all sorts of articles and books I discovered that I was getting farther away from the truth. At that point in my life I discovered that the word rest always caught my attention. There was a day I was walking around when I saw a church handbill with the inscription "covenant day for all round rest" because of the word rest that I saw, I went looking for the church. But after the service, I didn't get what I went there for so I kept on searching.
On a particular evening, I left the place of my abode and decided to take a stroll. After strolling for a while I became tired and decided to sit on a platform at a bus stop in Ikeja. As I sat there, a guy came and sat on a stone beside me. From the way he sat and greeted me, I could tell that he was a regular visitor at that spot to smoke his Indian helm. After greeting me we got talking. Our conversation that day made me to visit that spot everyday until I no longer saw him at our usual spot. He taught me mysteries that I never learned from my 5years in the University. After his teachings, I began to understand that most of the things we are going through are meant to prepare us for the big task ahead.
Life is a school and whether we will graduate is left to us. When a man graduates from the school of life, even nature will have no other choice than to favour him and his course. Graduates of the school of life don't run after material things, things run after them. You may not understand now, but as time goes on you will.
Meeting with him helped solved my problem because I began to view life from a different and easier angle. As a staunch Christian I could have looked down on him and his insight into deep things, but I didn't. Everyone has something to teach, no matter who they are or what they look like. I no longer live a life of anxiety, impatience and unrest. My mind is now at rest which has in turn made my life easy and fun.
Succeed You Must!
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Written by: Johnspeak Uwangue
(Motivational Speaker, Talent Manager and Coach)
Johnspeaklife@gmail.com
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