I remember one time sitting on the bank of Lake Twitty. It was the fall of the year I believe. I remember this because I was looking up through the trees and they had no leaves on them. The Lake was not a lake at that time. They were digging it out. Part of it used to be my grandparent’s property. They sold it for virtually nothing because Bubber didn’t know any better and my grandpa had died. They dug out a lake, made a reservoir and that was that.
Before it was filled-in with water I used to go down and walk around in the empty canyon of a lake. It was where our favorite creek ran, where we used to camp out, swim, swing into and more. Anyway, one day I was sitting on that bank contemplating. I looked up to the sky and thought that I was put on earth for some reason which I did not know at that time. Life seemed a lot bigger than just a 12-year old kid living on Olive Branch Road. There had to be more, but I had no idea what the “more” was. This was the first triggering in my soul that transformed me into a “compelled” man. I was put on earth for something special. It was still a mystery however. When Mrs. Russian, my tenth grade typing substitute teacher, told me in front of the class that I was going to do something important in life it just confirmed what happened that day sitting on the bank of Lake Twitty. It was a moment of powerful clarity. I never forgotten that subjective moment.
Now the question remained, “What was my purpose in life?” To get that answer I had to make some decisions. I didn’t feel like school was that place for my discovery. It was too painful and a seemingly necessary evil. However, I did find out that I had game in the workplace. Therefore, throughout my life I have been obsessing in every job I have ever had. For that matter anything that I found out that I could do well, I went to the extreme in the doing of it. This is why I couldn’t be satisfied with just running around my country block of three miles. I had to train for a marathon and blow out my leg. I couldn’t be satisfied with a simple bike ride with the boys; I had to go on a 100 mile bike trek and blow out my knee again. I couldn’t settle with being an average worker. I had to excel more than my peers. I set very high standards for myself and it was not odd for me to impose those standards on anyone especially management types who didn’t do things the way I expected them to do them. As you can imagine I set myself up for disappointment for most of my work career. I was fired at 13 or 14 years of age from Judd’s Restaurant because the future owners were stealing from the boss and I retaliated by not helping the wife serve customers. I would make coffee for the other waitresses as an offer to help. I would not make coffee for her. She was offended and I was fired. I don’t know how it happened, but I know it happened right after that night of not submitting to her. Later I ran into politics in the workplace. This was a brutal discovery and one that took me about 30 years to understand. Boy, am I stupid or what?