I walked into the office this morning after a few days of sick leave. As I make head way to the office; I bumped into a female colleague who suggested a quick meeting…
So, as it is still early I popped in for a quick hello and to catch up on life in general. The strangest thing about the conversation is that this colleague doesn’t know apart of my life – of cause many don’t as I keep a subtle balance between my work and personal life.
Making headway through the conversation she raised the question… “Eduardo why are you scared?”, shock when through my veins as I am uncertain what she refers to, what is the intention of the question and what even made her to ask such thing.
“Scared?”, I could not help asking her with some sense of nervousness in my voices. And as we continue chatting about this and that I realize that the conversation is based on my personal and professional life.
The scariest part is that over the past few years, many people viewed and regarded me as a strong, independent and don’t-give up person. I have tackled and fought battles both from a medical and career perspective and somewhat managed to take the bull by the horn.
The conversation however took me back down memory lane when I was still around 20 years when I first started to work at WC NACOSA with Luann Hatane and Shirley Ilunga and how unexpected I been offered a position elsewhere; without an application and but merely and interview based on what been told about me.
At that point, moving to my second job; it brought a lot of challenges. I risk my permanent job for a 6 month contract position but with the hope to find a permanent position of which I did after my second month of employment.
This then led to some pretty bad challenges; my health went backwards. As a child I never been to a doctor not even for tonsils; there never been any need and suddenly when my permanent position came, I was faced with an emergency operation. It scared the hell out of me… but besides the fear it somehow made me to challenge my Maker in the greatest way. To me, the pain was too unbearable and I could not accept what I had to deal with. I was young, had my eye set on my career. I had plans for my life and saddest was that it all seemed to be ruined.
I remember after being discharged from hospital after the operation, a friend fetch me from the hospital and handed a letter over to me. At that point I have done anything possible to leave Cape Town immediately and to recuperate at home in Beaufort West. I told nobody about my plans and as the bus left Cape Town station I released the medical risk I put myself under.
That letter remained closed until I returned to the office after the 6 week six leave period. The first time I read it, it meant nothing to. It was just another piece of paper with letters on it – meaningless. Every time when I read the letter it end up with papers I planned to threw away; but it keep ending up in a place for me to read.
After my endless battle with God, my many days of “why me Lord…” the letter appear to me again and as usual read it again… this time I am reading and understanding it. This time the scripture Jeremiah 29:11 became clearer and clearer and the revelation of His love could be witnessed in my love.
The very same time when the scripture start to make sense to me; It reminded me how I worked at an organization where I had no benefits; but how God knew the plan for my life. He knew that sooner I will fell ill, I would need medical treatment and need to undergo an operation – something I would not have been able to afford with a NGO salary.
It became clearer that God’s plan was indeed much better than my dream…
Continuing the conversation, each word she spoke reminded me of something in my past; it reflected on the past pains but mostly the fear of the situation I found myself in… but the greatest of all was to be reminded of the courage and trust I developed in my maker. I survived three hijackings, two accidents, been held hostage in my flat and endless bad things – but He stood by me.
FEAR? SCARED? If I take this day as a lesson, I am reminded about my great potential, my gifts and talents but mostly challenged with the fact that I can achieve much more if only I have the COURAGE to do what is in my power…
Deep down my soul lies a gentle heart, a soul that long to do great but mostly a soul that lacks the courage and trust in him to do great. We are trapped in our comfort zones to work for someone… yet we fear our own greatness and too scared of taking up the challenge to be what we destined to be.
I am not who I am because of my inability; but rather because of my fear to stood above the rest…
Let the sun set on 2013 with the commitment to take on any challenge in 2014… And may we all enter the year FEARLESSLY!