08/13/2019 by brokentobeblessed 0 Comments
Nothing Left to Give?
This past Friday was one of those long days that make you long for an ice-cold drink, while frolicking on a lounge chair by the pool. It was such a hectic day, I didn’t get a chance to eat all day. By 4 o’clock, I was beyond ready to call it a day. When I finally walked out of the building at 8pm, knowing that I had to be in New York for a speaking engagement, I couldn’t fathom how I was going to accomplish that. As I sat in the uber, I was famished, with my head pounding with a migraine. I silently said, “God, help me make it through.” Nevertheless, I arrived there, somehow ready for the task at hand. I spoke and the audience seemed to have been inspired, which was mainly the motivating factor in pushing through.
I was exhausted, but relieved, when I finally slid in the back of the Uber to finally go home. Normally I carry out a conversation with the driver. Given the circumstance, I thought, “I’m all talked out.” But, old habits die hard. A minute later, I hear myself asking the driver how does he like the job; that led to a pleasant conversation about his move here in the U.S. and family life.