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The Secret - When You Can Walk On Water ,Take The Boat ( Part 2 )

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It’s my habit to wake up very early in the morning. I’m one of those ridiculous fellows who finds it almost impossible to sleep late. Whether I to go to bed at eight o’clock in the evening or two in the morning, I still get up by five or six. This morning being no exception, I was up and ready to go by six- thirty. I said good-bye to my family and drove the short distance to the office.

A breathtaking morning it was, indeed. The rays of the sun streaming through the windows of the car warmed my very being and made me want to sing for joy. Actually, ‘sing’ is not the word to describe the sounds I make in the attempt, but in the car no one hears and there’s the feeling of safety in that private cubicle.Except on those rare occasions when a driver pulls up at a stop light,looks at me quizzically and drives away, I’m not even conscious of the quality of my singing.

I pulled into the parking lot half expecting to see the blue car of the night before.Of course, it wasn’t there."What a strange man,” I thought, “I feel as if I know him or have seen him someplace before. Perhaps it was at a conference or a convention.”It wasn’t long, however, before I was caught up in the day’s activities.

Things were not going too well for my business. We had designed and built a portable device that was of use to printers and photographers. It was an excellent machine, capable of recycling the valuable chemicals from their waste processing solutions. Although we’d received a large number of compliments about it, sales weren't increasing as fast as we had expected and, as everyone knows, compliments don't pay the bills. I had built an excellent management team and we were expanding our horizons. But still,at times I felt so alone in what I was doing.

The sound of the ringing phone woke me from my rev- erie.It was our plant manager calling to inform me that an entire production line had to be shut down immediately. “Do whatever you can. I’ll be over shortly,” was all I could say. Another phone call. The voice of my secretary heralded the type of calls I would receive all day. “It’s Mr. Abe Ludic,” she said. “Do you want me to tell him you’ll call him later?”

“No, I’ll take it,” I replied.

She switched the call to my line and for the next five minutes I explained to Mr. Ludic why a past due bill remained unpaid.

Phone calls for the purpose of collecting past due payments coupled with the company’s financial situation were enough to drive me to distraction. We had recently applied for a substantial loan from a local bank only to have the banker laugh at us.

Whenever I feel like becoming depressed,there is a game I play with.It always seems to work. I stop doing everything and say to myself,“Now, John,since you like to do everything well, take the next ten or fifteen minutes and become as depressed as possible.Wallow in your misery.Think of how terrible things are and how the entire world is against you. Note how everyone you know goes out of his way to make your life unpleasant. Think of how very unfortunate you are. Now, as soon as the second hand on your watch reaches twelve, start.” When the second hand reaches twelve I try to become as miserable as possible. Within a few minutes I’m laughing so hard at the absurd nature of my thoughts that the depression vanishes.

Somehow or other, I was able to make it through to lunch time. We were able to get the production line back on stream and Mr. Ludic agreed to wait for another week.

I don’t normally eat lunch. In fact, I could go without breakfast and lunch without ever feeling uncomfortable. Today was no exception. I had a strong urge, however, to leave the office and go for an invigorating walk. It would be refreshing, I thought, to get out of the office for a while.

I’d gone quite a few blocks when I decided to return by an alternate route which would take me past a quaint little restaurant. So demanding was my morning that I’d taken a longer walk than usual. As I approached a corner, I had the persistent feeling that there was an appointment I may have forgotten. I’ve been known to forget appointments before so, instead of returning to the office, I figured I'd use the pay phone in the restaurant, call my office and check whether or not there was an appointment.

I quickly walked up to the restaurant,opened the door and entered,looking for a phone.Although the restaurant bustled with lunch customers, I located one on the other side of the room, went over and dialed my office. I asked whether I had an afternoon appointment and was assured that I didn’t. I breathed a sigh of relief, but could not shake the strange, nagging feeling that I had to meet someone.Since I was already in the restaurant, I decided to have a quick lunch.

I approached the hostess who looked at me, smiled sweetly and said, “Mr. H., please follow me.” As I followed her across the dining room, I thought how flattering it was that she recognized me. It’s a small northeastern town I live in. It’s an even smaller town that I work in. Almost everybody knows one another.She led me to a table over by the far corner near a window. I thanked her and even before I was properly seated, she said, “Your other party will be here soon.”

“My other party?” I asked. I was surprised since no one, not even myself, knew I would be stopping at this restau- rant. Noticing my surprise, she looked around and said, “Oh, here he is now. Enjoy your lunch.”

Up to my table strode Gideon. Ignoring my questioning gaze, he seated himself, smiled and said, “Fine day it is.”

“Fine day it is, indeed! But what are you doing here?” I asked not rudely, but rather out of surprise. “Hope you don’t mind my joining you.”

“Of course not. But I certainly didn’t think I was going to see you again so soon.” I was becoming somewhat confused. First the incident in the parking lot, then the strange urge to walk past the restaurant, followed by my decision to have lunch and, finally, meeting Gideon again. “Did you make reservations or plan to be here for lunch today?”

“Yes, I made the reservations for both of us.”

“How did you know I’d be here? Even I didn’t know.”

“Just had a feeling. You have these feelings at times, don’t you? The phone rings and you know who 's calling. You think of someone you haven’t heard from in years and you re- ceive a letter from that person. Just had a hunch that you’d be here and I took the chance.”

“I was thinking about you. I wondered whether I was ever going to see the bearded man whose car broke down in our parking lot. By the way, is everything fixed now? Does it run OK?”

“Runs better than ever.” His eyes seemed even more piercing than in our previousencounter.They seemed to probe the very depths of my mind, leaving me to feel that I could hide nothing from him. “Didn’t think you'd make it this time either,” he continued, as if speaking to himself.

“Pardon me?”

“Oh, nothing. I talk to myself sometimes.”

“Well, since you’re here, I’ll say it’s good to see you, again. Let’s have a quick bite because I’ve got to be back at the office shortly.”To read the rest of the story visit http://www.spiritual-simplicity.com

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<h1>The Secret - When You Can Walk On Water ,Take The Boat ( Part 2 )</h1><br />by John Harricharan<br />It’s my habit to wake up very early in the morning. I’m one of those ridiculous fellows who finds it almost impossible to sleep late. Whether I to go to bed at eight o’clock in the evening or two in the morning, I still get up by five or six. This morning being no exception, I was up and ready to go by six- thirty. I said good-bye to my family and drove the short distance to the office.<br /><br />A breathtaking morning it was, indeed. The rays of the sun streaming through the windows of the car warmed my very being and made me want to sing for joy. Actually, ‘sing’ is not the word to describe the sounds I make in the attempt, but in the car no one hears and there’s the feeling of safety in that private cubicle.Except on those rare occasions when a driver pulls up at a stop light,looks at me quizzically and drives away, I’m not even conscious of the quality of my singing.<br /><br />I pulled into the parking lot half expecting to see the blue car of the night before.Of course, it wasn’t there."What a strange man,” I thought, “I feel as if I know him or have seen him someplace before. Perhaps it was at a conference or a convention.”It wasn’t long, however, before I was caught up in the day’s activities.<br /><br />Things were not going too well for my business. We had designed and built a portable device that was of use to printers and photographers. It was an excellent machine, capable of recycling the valuable chemicals from their waste processing solutions. Although we’d received a large number of compliments about it, sales weren't increasing as fast as we had expected and, as everyone knows, compliments don't pay the bills. I had built an excellent management team and we were expanding our horizons. But still,at times I felt so alone in what I was doing.<br /><br />The sound of the ringing phone woke me from my rev- erie.It was our plant manager calling to inform me that an entire production line had to be shut down immediately. “Do whatever you can. I’ll be over shortly,” was all I could say. Another phone call. The voice of my secretary heralded the type of calls I would receive all day. “It’s Mr. Abe Ludic,” she said. “Do you want me to tell him you’ll call him later?”<br /><br />“No, I’ll take it,” I replied.<br /><br />She switched the call to my line and for the next five minutes I explained to Mr. Ludic why a past due bill remained unpaid.<br /><br />Phone calls for the purpose of collecting past due payments coupled with the company’s financial situation were enough to drive me to distraction. We had recently applied for a substantial loan from a local bank only to have the banker laugh at us.<br /><br />Whenever I feel like becoming depressed,there is a game I play with.It always seems to work. I stop doing everything and say to myself,“Now, John,since you like to do everything well, take the next ten or fifteen minutes and become as depressed as possible.Wallow in your misery.Think of how terrible things are and how the entire world is against you. Note how everyone you know goes out of his way to make your life unpleasant. Think of how very unfortunate you are. Now, as soon as the second hand on your watch reaches twelve, start.” When the second hand reaches twelve I try to become as miserable as possible. Within a few minutes I’m laughing so hard at the absurd nature of my thoughts that the depression vanishes.<br /><br />Somehow or other, I was able to make it through to lunch time. We were able to get the production line back on stream and Mr. Ludic agreed to wait for another week.<br /><br />I don’t normally eat lunch. In fact, I could go without breakfast and lunch without ever feeling uncomfortable. Today was no exception. I had a strong urge, however, to leave the office and go for an invigorating walk. It would be refreshing, I thought, to get out of the office for a while.<br /><br />I’d gone quite a few blocks when I decided to return by an alternate route which would take me past a quaint little restaurant. So demanding was my morning that I’d taken a longer walk than usual. As I approached a corner, I had the persistent feeling that there was an appointment I may have forgotten. I’ve been known to forget appointments before so, instead of returning to the office, I figured I'd use the pay phone in the restaurant, call my office and check whether or not there was an appointment.<br /><br />I quickly walked up to the restaurant,opened the door and entered,looking for a phone.Although the restaurant bustled with lunch customers, I located one on the other side of the room, went over and dialed my office. I asked whether I had an afternoon appointment and was assured that I didn’t. I breathed a sigh of relief, but could not shake the strange, nagging feeling that I had to meet someone.Since I was already in the restaurant, I decided to have a quick lunch.<br /><br />I approached the hostess who looked at me, smiled sweetly and said, “Mr. H., please follow me.” As I followed her across the dining room, I thought how flattering it was that she recognized me. It’s a small northeastern town I live in. It’s an even smaller town that I work in. Almost everybody knows one another.She led me to a table over by the far corner near a window. I thanked her and even before I was properly seated, she said, “Your other party will be here soon.”<br /><br />“My other party?” I asked. I was surprised since no one, not even myself, knew I would be stopping at this restau- rant. Noticing my surprise, she looked around and said, “Oh, here he is now. Enjoy your lunch.”<br /><br />Up to my table strode Gideon. Ignoring my questioning gaze, he seated himself, smiled and said, “Fine day it is.”<br /><br />“Fine day it is, indeed! But what are you doing here?” I asked not rudely, but rather out of surprise. “Hope you don’t mind my joining you.”<br /><br />“Of course not. But I certainly didn’t think I was going to see you again so soon.” I was becoming somewhat confused. First the incident in the parking lot, then the strange urge to walk past the restaurant, followed by my decision to have lunch and, finally, meeting Gideon again. “Did you make reservations or plan to be here for lunch today?”<br /><br />“Yes, I made the reservations for both of us.”<br /><br />“How did you know I’d be here? Even I didn’t know.”<br /><br />“Just had a feeling. You have these feelings at times, don’t you? The phone rings and you know who 's calling. You think of someone you haven’t heard from in years and you re- ceive a letter from that person. Just had a hunch that you’d be here and I took the chance.”<br /><br />“I was thinking about you. I wondered whether I was ever going to see the bearded man whose car broke down in our parking lot. By the way, is everything fixed now? Does it run OK?”<br /><br />“Runs better than ever.” His eyes seemed even more piercing than in our previousencounter.They seemed to probe the very depths of my mind, leaving me to feel that I could hide nothing from him. “Didn’t think you'd make it this time either,” he continued, as if speaking to himself.<br /><br />“Pardon me?”<br /><br />“Oh, nothing. I talk to myself sometimes.”<br /><br />“Well, since you’re here, I’ll say it’s good to see you, again. Let’s have a quick bite because I’ve got to be back at the office shortly.”To read the rest of the story visit http://www.spiritual-simplicity.com<br /><h2>About the Author</h2><p>Lecturer, entrepreneur and MBA business consultant, John Harricharan is the author of the award-winning book, "When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat." <a href="http://www.spiritual-simplicity.com">Spiritual Simplicity</a> <a href="http://www.vish-writer.com">The Real Secret</a></p> <br /><h3><a href="http://www.content4reprint.com/relationships/the-secret-when-you-can-walk-on-water-take-the-boat-part-2.htm" title="The Secret - When You Can Walk On Water ,Take The Boat ( Part 2 )">Article Source:</a> <a href="http://www.content4reprint.com" title="Free high quality articles">Content for Reprint</a></h3>