The other day, I was taking public transportation. I had already plotted my course online, so I knew where I was going. The plan was set. I arrived at the station, got off of the train and exited. I took the escalator up which leads to ground level outside. As the sidewalk became eye level, I noticed my bus. I hurried off of the escalator to approach the bus that had seemed to have stopped. I thought, “Perfect! It’s at the sidewalk!” As I scurried to the bus, with my hand in the air to hail the bus-turned-taxi, the bus took off. Well, so did I. I started jogging, because I figured he’d see me this time for sure. HE. DIDN’T. As I caught eye contact with a couple of bus riders, they got smaller and smaller as the bus left the parking lot. Needless to say, I stopped jogging.
So, I walked to the bus depot and waited for the next bus to arrive.
There are several things that I can say about this experience we’ll call “Tour-de-Metro,” but I noticed something. Once upon a time, I would’ve said, “F*ck it. I’m not gonna make it anyway. I’ll just wait for the next bus.” That’s not who I am anymore, and this episode has taught me that I have grown. Now, I try to do whatever I can because I figure that there is always a way. Always. I was the guy who took no for an answer and accepted it. That’s where it would end for me. Not anymore. I repeat to myself when times get challenging, “I gotta do something. I can’t just sit here.”
[This is hilarious to me because as I sit here in Philadelphia’s airport writing this, I had an earlier issue in which I had to act fast. I may tell you about it later.]
Although I didn’t catch the bus, I would’ve never known if I didn’t try. That’s it. You have to try. Why wonder what will happen? KNOW what will happen. Just try.
Until next time,
Love & Peace