5 Steps To Thriving On Adversity

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5 Steps To Thriving On Adversity
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There are diamonds buried in the teeming mass of conversations, thoughts, feelings and experiences that make up your day. Seek them out, cherish them.

This is an excerpt from my new book which will be available in April.

Kathleen's cousin Dann's poem inspired me to give you a chance to read part of one of the stories from the book.

The fast pace of life in the modern world with its, endless distractions, can be overwhelming.

There are diamonds buried in the teeming mass of scenes, images, conversations, thoughts, feelings and experiences that make up your day.

Seek them out, cherish them. Many of them are unique, if you don't absorb their brilliance today, you might never get a second chance.

A few of mine from my Army days.

Early afternoon, sitting on a log in a blisteringly hot patch of grey - brown bush in the Chewore conservation area in the North East of Rhodesia.

On guard outside the perimeter of a bush base camp. Overlooking an almost dry river bed, a few small puddles of muddy water between the parched rocks and sand banks.

Watching a group of monkeys scrabbling around in the rocks looking for insects.

A faint sound behind me, I turned my head keeping my hand on the grip of the FN rifle resting on my knees. Finger sliding over the trigger. A large male warthog was approaching.

He came closer.

He stopped not much more than an arms length away. Close enough to see the beads of moisture on his snout, the brown stains on his huge tusks curving out between his wrinkled lips.

Close enough to see every whisker on his snout and to wonder if he had confused my camouflage uniform for a bush.

I looked into his eyes, he looked into mine. There was a connection. Something, an understanding perhaps, passed between us. I had been around large animals most of my life. I instantly knew that I was not in danger.

He knew that I would not harm him.

After what seemed an eternity, my neck was stiff, I tried to ease my shoulders around. My rifle touched a stick, made a faint click. That was enough to break the spell. He turned and ran, tail erect like a radio antenna.

That was one of those diamonds, one that I still cherish after 45 years.

There are many more stories like this in the book, order it by clicking here ORDER BOOK.