Messages can come from just about anywhere... – In The Mind Of Captain Handsome

5:00 am - Tue, Jan 31, 2012: 21 notes

Messages can come from just about anywhere…

brick

(bear with me, cause this one could take a second)

So a nice amount of months back, life wasnt so pleasant for me. I was going through alot of personal, and professional struggles that honestly are a whole different story in itself. I wasnt very happy about much of anything. I was kind of just there. Existing. Not living, very much so alive, but I wasnt THERE.

Not one for having outlets like substance abuse, or anything else negative, I turned to the one thing that I know helps me forget about everything around me, video games. So I stopped by Walmart to grab a game, and a controller, because I was expecting company later that day, and with me being by myself mostly I didn’t own another controller, I mean…whats the point?

I had to have someone come and unlock the controller and whatnot so I can cop it and be out, so someone who didnt work in electronics called another employee there to do it for me. Up walks this man, a upper-middle aged caucasian fellow, with a very noticeable limp. Happily he went ahead and unlocked the controller for me, and carried my things to the cash register in the front (nobody was working in electronics at the time).

Now of course I know that this is store protocal, because at those hours they want to make sure nobody runs off with their merchandise, at the same time it looked like it was really a challenge for him to walk, and I didnt want to trouble him. So i told him he didn’t have to walk all the way to the register with me, he could watch me, I will make sure that I go to where I need to in order to pay for my things. He then tells me that he doesn’t mind walking at all. Honestly he needs to. See this man was recently diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, hence why he has the limp.

He told me about how they let him know that alot of people that are this far along with his disease are in wheelchairs and need assistance to live. He said he refused to be that person. He knows that things are getting worse so he works harder. He said he rides his bike three miles a day, just to keep his leg muscles strong, because he refuses to be in a wheelchair. So that walk to the cash register was nothing for him. I was actually helping him along.

At that moment, my problems became small. I noticed man, Im complaining about alot of stuff, and honestly, I can get through it, past it, and be much stronger than ever because of it. I should never ever let any setback in any way shape or form define who I am as a man. Hell as a HUMAN. If I want to get through this life, I gotta take the good and not so good, wont call it bad because its evidently placed there to help me build strength for the next level in my life.

This hit me like a ton of bricks off of that one convo. So I shook the man’s hand and I went to the register, paid for my things, and left. I decided that I would write that man a letter thanking him for those amazing words.

…damn near a whole year went by and I didnt write the letter. Sucks I know. But I never ever EVER forgot. After that talk I had with him, I turned things around in my life majorly. I became closer to God, I stripped down a ton of things in my life, and I set forth to make not only myself, but those that I love around me happy. Knowing that I got through what I got through, its not much, if ANYTHING that can take me down.

…fast forward to about a week ago. I just so happened to be going into the same Walmart that he worked at. I havent been in this Walmart since that day. it was about 3 am. And as I walk in, guess who’s walking across the entrance? He is! So I stopped him. I said “I know you probably have no idea who I am, and thats fine. But we met months ago. And Im sure you dont remember this, but you told me a story about how you have to bike three miles a day just to keep strong because you dont want to be in a wheelchair. That small talk you had with me came at a time in my life that was very dark. And I just wanted to thank you man. It might not have been anything to you, but it was everything to me.” He smiled at me, confused, but still pleasant, and we shook hands. He said no problem, and I let him finish with his work.

Bottom line is three things:

1) Words are powerful. You never know what little you say can change a person’s whole world. Good or bad. Be mindful of that in all that you say.

2) Its never over. Ever. Even when your back is up against the wall, you push the hell through it. It doesnt seem clear at first, but God puts nothing on you that you cant handle or get past. Its all possible. EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE.

3) Let people know exactly how you feel. While they are still here, and you are still able to speak their praises. Most of the time those people dont know what they have done for you, and its always a blessing to hear that you have been a blessing to someone else. Pay it forward by paying it back with something THAT simple.

That is all. :D

Love and light my g’s!

-Majorz