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It had been nearly four years since I had been visited by the common curse of a cold. Even though I am around thousands of people who tote germs like little six-year-olds carrying backpacks to the first day of school, I am blessed with an immune system which bunkers me in safely to health.
That is, until I spent four days living in the same house with my children and grandchildren over Christmas. I followed this toxic exposure with a 900-mile drive to Houston, Texas.
So sometime on Thursday, right after I ate my Subway sandwich, the left side of my throat began to itch and tickle, radiating up to my ear.
I knew what this meant. I attempted denial, but when the right side of my throat joined the party, I knew I was in the first throes of incubating a common one.
Here’s the problem: I needed to share on Sunday morning at Bay Harbour United Methodist Church in League City, Texas.
I wanted to do a good job. I know everybody says that, but I like to use my talents at full speed, full throttle and full passion. They are my arsenal–to apologize for a mug that couldn’t win a beauty contest versus a coffee cup.
I was about seventy per cent. So what was I going to do?
Obviously, play to my strengths. For instance, talking is easier than singing.
Also, address the three demons that attempt to invade our foxhole in the midst of battle:
- Excuses
- Fear
- Disappointment
Excuses are the pavement on the road to failure. Fear is the rope that strangles the life out of hope. And disappointment is the drug that puts our effort to sleep.
- I didn’t make excuses. The audience never knew.
- I wasn’t afraid. For after all, the worst thing that could happen was that I talked and played the piano, without singing. That’s just not that bad.
- And I wasn’t disappointed because I got sick. Remembering how mortal we are is what helps us assist other humans.
As it turns out, I had a little more than I thought–maybe 78%. It was a glorious morning.
I don’t like getting sick. I fight it. But if I’m going to lose my faith, energy and direction every time I sniffle, I will probably not be worth very much and will snuffle out my possibilities.
Excuses, fear and disappointment–they arrive like a scratchy throat, making you believe that they’re here to stay.
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