Flash of Silver…the leap that changed my world
Rite of Passage 9 – A shoal of two –
(1955 to 1957) I am twenty one to twenty three years old
Q: Did you ever insist that something be done that resulted in totally unforeseen circumstances?
Fortunately, in my case, the end result was almost hilarious, at least in retrospect, although, at the time, it could have become quite dangerous!
There have been many more times in my ‘self-employed’ life that I have decided on a course of action and simply would not listen to otherwise good advice that cautioned me not to proceed.
There is a wise scripture about which, at the time I knew nothing, that says, “Love does not insist on its own way”. That may not have worked for me because love was seldom, if ever, my motive for doing anything!
My motive was to survive as a young leader who understood that I was ‘out of my depth’ and yet who needed to assert what little authority I thought I had.
Buried deep within the ethos of the British Army is the phase, “Volunteer for nothing except certain death”. There is an inbuilt cynicism here that almost expects young officers to make silly (even stupid) demands and that as a result their orders are obeyed even in the face of their ignorance of obvious facts.
My corporal knew his limits; I did not. He wanted to explain –I wouldn’t listen. So he went ahead and did the best he could whilst at the same time knowing he had to fail.
I promise you that my life changed as that window broke. (This is one more occasion for which it really helps to read the book!).
I began and have continued…to listen!
So…what about now?
I remain in ‘listening” mode but find it hard to know to whom I should listen?
These are the days when self-publishing a book is like a visit to the early days of Dodge City when a dozen or so gunslingers were shooting each other –bullets flying everywhere; occasionally a bullet would strike home.
To me this is what today’s web marketing businesses looks like…occasionally something works and well meaning experts pounce upon the singular success and attempt to develop a strategy to make it work for others. We now have an industry of experts, each garnished with acronyms and new ‘cool’ technical jargon.
I have finally, out of pure frustration, chosen to listen to those who care about me and to leave the ‘gunslingers’ to compete with each other, which they do remarkably well.
I need to listen in order to love. What I want to do is to use my life experiences (what I know to be true) and see how they may provide gentle and respectful guidance to someone, somewhere…at a crucial moment that may help to avoid having another crepe pan encounter a plate glass window (there I go again!)
So, I listen…in order to love.
This week I read Treena’s poem True Gain