Fred, the name of this new wolf in town, got out to
receive this one call just before he could get in there and sign this one deal
that meant everything to him. Steve and Kobi who were here on this one business
trip to learn from their “boss”(well, the company was not yet established, so
you couldn’t quite call him a boss) wondered why he couldn’t ignore the call
since he was in the middle of the sea and he was the captain of this business
ship. He was the boss, he called the shots anyway.
“Fred,
your results just came in, you have bone cancer….” Every word after that was
literally lost. He had dreaded the news that had just come through the line.
The future seemed bleak. Nothing promising. Nothing to live for. He just stood
there, terrified.
Through the glass walls, Steve noticed the sunken
look on Fred’s face and rose to go get him. He had just walked out of a multi-million-dollar-presentation
and right now he was out there on the corridor all liveliness puffed out of him
like a flat tire. He walked over and it read all over his face. He was dying.Even
before he said a word to Fred, he got back to his senses. He couldn’t go down
like this. This was a show he set up. He had to run it. He had to make it work.
He hadn’t come all the way from Kenya’s capital to Los Angeles just to let go
at the first punch. He had to punch back
at least this once. Life had hit, and this right here was an opportunity.
“I can’t go down without a fight, let’s get in there
and bring this ship home,” Fred’s voice seemed sure as death. This was a win. Steve
sat back and watched the boss do his magic. It was like there was something
burning from the inside. No one had ever seen him this enthusiastic. His little
startup company couldn’t win this deal given the giants they were up against.But
the kind of energy he put in there was on its own class. Long story short, Fred
Logistics Investments got that 86 million-dollar deal and what’s more?He got
the proverbial handshake.
A
lot of the world’s population lives in the Fred-limbo. Holding back for we know
we got a tomorrow to fight once more.That is why you are not yet where you
wanna be. You live below the dollar a day line not because you ain’t got a nice
job or some nice education. No! Because you have no fear that today may be your
last day here.I want you to ask you, yeah, that’s right, I want you to ask you,
“What else is there if I don’t win?”You fall back when life hits you, is that
what a champion does? Is that what you call you? Is that the champion you want
to be proud of when people read about you?
Like, you just got so much waiting for you to quit now. You got a wife and
children who are waiting for you to provide, son, are you gonna win or they go
hungry? You got your sick kid that you got from a broken marriage, you gotta
finish college and earn yourself a good income to raise him or what? Watch your
kid crawl back to thug life? You gotta run fast and be at the finish line first
or what? Be branded a loser and go home without that gold you promised your
kid?
In life everyone gets hit. That is what creates the
price for the victory.
So are you willing to die for the win? Are you okay
with poverty? Are you okay with waking up going to the job you hate each day?
Are you okay with losing your property to bankruptcy? Are you okay with losing
the family that you spend your entire life building? Are you okay with losing
the story you spend forever to research on? Are you okay with failing to get
that scholarship you wanted to go study abroad? Are you okay with that?
Son, get up! Life hits that hard sometimes. Sweerie,
wipe them tear off your pretty face and look in that mirror, can that girl on
the mirror smile again? Get your weight up. IT’S NOT OVER UNTIL YOU WIN!
What do you want me to tell you?
