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Will It Still Hurt In A Year
“Will it still hurt in a year?”
“That’s a weird question.” I answered
Then I started to think about it. Will it still hurt in a year? I was sitting in the hospital after breaking my ankle. I was getting married in just over 2 weeks. I just spent $10,000 for a honeymoon in Hawaii. A huge wedding was planned. Flowers were ordered. People were coming in from all over the country. Tuxedos were all arranged. Flights were booked. Photographers, food, cakes, minister, dresses, all of it was done.
I figured I could hobble through the ceremony, as unsightly as it would be, having a groom on crutches. But I didn’t see how I could still go on my honeymoon in Hawaii. So when the doctor gave me the news about my ankle, I asked “How am I supposed to go on a honeymoon with a hurt ankle?”
That’s when he asked “Will it still hurt in a year?”
Doctors are like that. They “cut to the chase” so to speak. I guess he had much more serious things to think about. A guy with a broken ankle was not a spectacular thing to him. So he asked me a very straightforward question, a question that got me thinking. It got me thinking about more than my ankle.
How many times are we consumed with fear, or grief, or worry about something we are facing right now, in the present? It seems like our whole world is falling apart. It seems like the darkest hour of our lives. It seems like there is no way we will ever recover from this. It seems like it hurts too much right now. It’s unbearable. How will we be able to survive this?
I want to ask you this question. Will it still hurt in a year? Think about it. Will it still hurt in a year?
I’ve been through some hard times. When you’re in the midst of the hard times it seems like your world is just about over.
Divorce.
Death of loved ones.
Business stolen.
Abused.
Lied about. Lied to.
Cheated on.
Financially broken.
Heartbroken.
Forsaken.
No job.
Kids in trouble.
Car repossessed.
Dumped.
I want you to know, this too shall pass. It is simply something you are going through. It’s not the end. You will make it. You will live. You will recover. You will love again. You will smile again. You will laugh again. You will be happy again. You will have money again. You will have peace again. You really will.
Will it still hurt in a year?
NO!
It won’t. I can boldly say that as someone who has gone through many of the same things I listed. In a year it won’t hurt. It won’t, if you get over it.
If you get over it?
Remember my broken ankle? I had to let my ankle heal. But it did. It healed and on my 1st anniversary I had my honeymoon in Hawaii. It was great. It was wonderful. But I had to let my ankle heal. I had to get over my broken ankle. I had to give my body time to heal my ankle. I had to let it “not hurt anymore”.
You have to get over whatever it is you’re going through. If you keep living in the middle of whatever it is you’re going through, if you keep holding onto it, you’ll never get over it. You have to let it go. Get it behind you and never look back. Let the healing start.
If I kept re-breaking my ankle every day, it never would have healed. I had to stay off of my ankle. I had to leave the cast on and not open it every day. I couldn’t re-hurt myself everyday. I had to forget about it, let it go and let the healing begin.
Now, I can happily say it doesn’t hurt. My ankle doesn’t hurt.
What about you? Will it still hurt in a year? Do you want it to still hurt in a year? Can you get over it? Can you let it go? Can you let the healing begin?
Remember that question!
Will it still hurt in a year?
Make the answer…NO!
Keep Believing…
Bille Baty
“That’s a weird question.” I answered
Then I started to think about it. Will it still hurt in a year? I was sitting in the hospital after breaking my ankle. I was getting married in just over 2 weeks. I just spent $10,000 for a honeymoon in Hawaii. A huge wedding was planned. Flowers were ordered. People were coming in from all over the country. Tuxedos were all arranged. Flights were booked. Photographers, food, cakes, minister, dresses, all of it was done.
I figured I could hobble through the ceremony, as unsightly as it would be, having a groom on crutches. But I didn’t see how I could still go on my honeymoon in Hawaii. So when the doctor gave me the news about my ankle, I asked “How am I supposed to go on a honeymoon with a hurt ankle?”
That’s when he asked “Will it still hurt in a year?”
Doctors are like that. They “cut to the chase” so to speak. I guess he had much more serious things to think about. A guy with a broken ankle was not a spectacular thing to him. So he asked me a very straightforward question, a question that got me thinking. It got me thinking about more than my ankle.
How many times are we consumed with fear, or grief, or worry about something we are facing right now, in the present? It seems like our whole world is falling apart. It seems like the darkest hour of our lives. It seems like there is no way we will ever recover from this. It seems like it hurts too much right now. It’s unbearable. How will we be able to survive this?
I want to ask you this question. Will it still hurt in a year? Think about it. Will it still hurt in a year?
I’ve been through some hard times. When you’re in the midst of the hard times it seems like your world is just about over.
Divorce.
Death of loved ones.
Business stolen.
Abused.
Lied about. Lied to.
Cheated on.
Financially broken.
Heartbroken.
Forsaken.
No job.
Kids in trouble.
Car repossessed.
Dumped.
I want you to know, this too shall pass. It is simply something you are going through. It’s not the end. You will make it. You will live. You will recover. You will love again. You will smile again. You will laugh again. You will be happy again. You will have money again. You will have peace again. You really will.
Will it still hurt in a year?
NO!
It won’t. I can boldly say that as someone who has gone through many of the same things I listed. In a year it won’t hurt. It won’t, if you get over it.
If you get over it?
Remember my broken ankle? I had to let my ankle heal. But it did. It healed and on my 1st anniversary I had my honeymoon in Hawaii. It was great. It was wonderful. But I had to let my ankle heal. I had to get over my broken ankle. I had to give my body time to heal my ankle. I had to let it “not hurt anymore”.
You have to get over whatever it is you’re going through. If you keep living in the middle of whatever it is you’re going through, if you keep holding onto it, you’ll never get over it. You have to let it go. Get it behind you and never look back. Let the healing start.
If I kept re-breaking my ankle every day, it never would have healed. I had to stay off of my ankle. I had to leave the cast on and not open it every day. I couldn’t re-hurt myself everyday. I had to forget about it, let it go and let the healing begin.
Now, I can happily say it doesn’t hurt. My ankle doesn’t hurt.
What about you? Will it still hurt in a year? Do you want it to still hurt in a year? Can you get over it? Can you let it go? Can you let the healing begin?
Remember that question!
Will it still hurt in a year?
Make the answer…NO!
Keep Believing…
Bille Baty
Sunday, May 10, 2009
300 Feet Up, Isn’t As Far As 300 Feet Down
I told some friends I was going to call this post “300 Feet Up, Isn’t As Far As 300 Feet Down” but the real name of this post is “When It’s Time To Go…Go!” Sorry for the confusion but I will now try to make everything a little more clear.
Mazatlan is a beautiful place. The mountains along the beautiful shore overlooking pristine blue waters and protected coves bring tourists from around the world. That’s how I got there. I was a tourist. I love being a tourist. One of my favorite things in the world is traveling. The only problem with traveling is, when you go some place beautiful, or exciting, or relaxing, sometimes you hate to leave. This is what got me into trouble, again, hating to leave.
We had a wonderful time in Mazatlan, shopping, exploring, looking at homes in the hills, strolling along the beach, going places where few get to go, thanks to our guide. But the time came to leave and we bid our guide “Adios” and headed down the beach to our awaiting ship.
That’s when it came into view, the brightly colored parachute reminiscent of all the colors and decorations on the streets of San Antonio during Fiesta. Instantly the child rose up inside of me and I stopped in my tracks and said, “I have got to ride that!”
My wife being the sane one of the two of us said, “I don’t know, Bille, these guys don’t look like professionals. If you want to parasail, why don’t we book it on the ship? It’s time to go.”
I’m not sure but I think I stomped my feet in the sand as I said “I want to ride this one!”
She shook her head as she asked me if I wanted her to hold my stuff – wallet, cell phone, Passport. I said, “Nah, he said we would take off from the beach and land back on the beach. I won’t get wet.”
As they strapped me into the harness and put the life jacket on me, the adrenaline was flowing through my body. Excitement was in the air. It was electric. I was pumped. Soon I would be, according to my new friends, floating happily 300-400 feet above all these terrestrial losers on the beach.
In my endorphin induced state of euphoria, the whole world stopped until I heard these faint words floating through the fog in my mind, “Bille, you have on a life jacket. Are you sure you don’t want me to hold your stuff?”
The giant smile faded from my face as I repeated, “Life jacket?”
Why would I need a life jacket? You take off from the beach. You land on the beach. What’s with the life jacket? Life jacket?
My wife is actually much more intelligent than I am. She also doesn’t read this blog so don’t tell her I wrote that.
I quickly handed her everything I was carrying and headed off into the clear blue skies, and to my eternal destiny. No, it wasn’t that bad, but it could have been.
Take off was uneventful. I was quickly floating as high as the rope would allow me to go. The view was beautiful with all the tiny little people on the beach below, the beautiful blue waters going off to the horizon, the majestic mountains behind the city. I felt the wind caressing my face as I floated carelessly out to sea. The boat pulling me, far below, looked so tiny and weak.
In fact, the boat didn’t even look like it was moving. It looks like the man in the boat is waving his arms. All the tiny people on the beach seem to be waving their arms. But why are they waving? Oh well, I waved back.
The wind stops caressing my face. I realize the boat isn’t moving and now I am headed down into the ocean, FAST. Concerning the parachute, all I can say is, when the boat isn’t pulling you, you go down a lot faster than you’re supposed to.
I had about 15 seconds to get right with GOD, ask that the parachute not cover me, and prepare for ditching. I’m not sure how long it was before a boat came all the way out to where I was and rescued me. I am pretty sure a shark or two had already given thanks for the bountiful blessing from above. But thankfully, I was rescued and only suffered a sore back for a few days,
When the boat returned me to shore, I literally fell out into the surf and was mobbed by Police, spectators, the boat crew, a whole crowd had gathered to see the man who fell to earth. There was my wife, calmly documenting the whole ordeal through video and pictures.
She walked up and asked two things. “Are you okay?” Are you ready to go, now?”
This brings me to a life lesson, When It’s Time To Go…Go.
Do you remember the guy who lived with the bears a few years ago? He made documentaries with the bears. He got pictures with the bears. He lived amongst the bears and survived. Then one year, he left the bears and was headed home but decided to return to live with the bears a little bit longer. He and his girlfriend were eaten by the bears. He should have known…
When It’s Time To Go…Go.
In investing or trading, it’s called pulling the trigger. When someone has a losing position and experiences significant loss, the hardest thing to do is “pulling the trigger” on the next trade. Experienced traders have all experienced this but know…
When It’s Time To Go…Go.
In marketing, there are things known as triggers. Marketing Gurus do surveys and research and spend all kinds of money to determine what the triggers are and what the triggers mean. They prepare to spend millions of dollars on marketing around these triggers. They know if a trigger is hit it means…
When It’s Time To Go…Go.
There are many more examples of this principle, you probably could give me a few of your own to add to the list, but I’ll leave you with this one. If you’re sailing around the world on a cruise ship and your spouse says, “It’s time to go.” Always remember…
When It’s Time To Go…Go.
Keep Believing…
Bille Baty
Mazatlan is a beautiful place. The mountains along the beautiful shore overlooking pristine blue waters and protected coves bring tourists from around the world. That’s how I got there. I was a tourist. I love being a tourist. One of my favorite things in the world is traveling. The only problem with traveling is, when you go some place beautiful, or exciting, or relaxing, sometimes you hate to leave. This is what got me into trouble, again, hating to leave.
We had a wonderful time in Mazatlan, shopping, exploring, looking at homes in the hills, strolling along the beach, going places where few get to go, thanks to our guide. But the time came to leave and we bid our guide “Adios” and headed down the beach to our awaiting ship.
That’s when it came into view, the brightly colored parachute reminiscent of all the colors and decorations on the streets of San Antonio during Fiesta. Instantly the child rose up inside of me and I stopped in my tracks and said, “I have got to ride that!”
My wife being the sane one of the two of us said, “I don’t know, Bille, these guys don’t look like professionals. If you want to parasail, why don’t we book it on the ship? It’s time to go.”
I’m not sure but I think I stomped my feet in the sand as I said “I want to ride this one!”
She shook her head as she asked me if I wanted her to hold my stuff – wallet, cell phone, Passport. I said, “Nah, he said we would take off from the beach and land back on the beach. I won’t get wet.”
As they strapped me into the harness and put the life jacket on me, the adrenaline was flowing through my body. Excitement was in the air. It was electric. I was pumped. Soon I would be, according to my new friends, floating happily 300-400 feet above all these terrestrial losers on the beach.
In my endorphin induced state of euphoria, the whole world stopped until I heard these faint words floating through the fog in my mind, “Bille, you have on a life jacket. Are you sure you don’t want me to hold your stuff?”
The giant smile faded from my face as I repeated, “Life jacket?”
Why would I need a life jacket? You take off from the beach. You land on the beach. What’s with the life jacket? Life jacket?
My wife is actually much more intelligent than I am. She also doesn’t read this blog so don’t tell her I wrote that.
I quickly handed her everything I was carrying and headed off into the clear blue skies, and to my eternal destiny. No, it wasn’t that bad, but it could have been.
Take off was uneventful. I was quickly floating as high as the rope would allow me to go. The view was beautiful with all the tiny little people on the beach below, the beautiful blue waters going off to the horizon, the majestic mountains behind the city. I felt the wind caressing my face as I floated carelessly out to sea. The boat pulling me, far below, looked so tiny and weak.
In fact, the boat didn’t even look like it was moving. It looks like the man in the boat is waving his arms. All the tiny people on the beach seem to be waving their arms. But why are they waving? Oh well, I waved back.
The wind stops caressing my face. I realize the boat isn’t moving and now I am headed down into the ocean, FAST. Concerning the parachute, all I can say is, when the boat isn’t pulling you, you go down a lot faster than you’re supposed to.
I had about 15 seconds to get right with GOD, ask that the parachute not cover me, and prepare for ditching. I’m not sure how long it was before a boat came all the way out to where I was and rescued me. I am pretty sure a shark or two had already given thanks for the bountiful blessing from above. But thankfully, I was rescued and only suffered a sore back for a few days,
When the boat returned me to shore, I literally fell out into the surf and was mobbed by Police, spectators, the boat crew, a whole crowd had gathered to see the man who fell to earth. There was my wife, calmly documenting the whole ordeal through video and pictures.
She walked up and asked two things. “Are you okay?” Are you ready to go, now?”
This brings me to a life lesson, When It’s Time To Go…Go.
Do you remember the guy who lived with the bears a few years ago? He made documentaries with the bears. He got pictures with the bears. He lived amongst the bears and survived. Then one year, he left the bears and was headed home but decided to return to live with the bears a little bit longer. He and his girlfriend were eaten by the bears. He should have known…
When It’s Time To Go…Go.
In investing or trading, it’s called pulling the trigger. When someone has a losing position and experiences significant loss, the hardest thing to do is “pulling the trigger” on the next trade. Experienced traders have all experienced this but know…
When It’s Time To Go…Go.
In marketing, there are things known as triggers. Marketing Gurus do surveys and research and spend all kinds of money to determine what the triggers are and what the triggers mean. They prepare to spend millions of dollars on marketing around these triggers. They know if a trigger is hit it means…
When It’s Time To Go…Go.
There are many more examples of this principle, you probably could give me a few of your own to add to the list, but I’ll leave you with this one. If you’re sailing around the world on a cruise ship and your spouse says, “It’s time to go.” Always remember…
When It’s Time To Go…Go.
Keep Believing…
Bille Baty
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