"For with each dawn, she found new hope that someday, her dreams of happiness would come true." Walt Disney's CINDERELLA
"Even miracles take a little time." ~ Fairy godmother - Walt Disney's Cinderella
"... Many are invited, but few are chosen".
"After all the hell you have been through... and this?" That was my dear friend reacting to some certain 'hoopla' that arose my way (It ain't even worth my time on a keyboard). But I was quick to assure her that I was good. I have never been happier. I was in my element and shaking off cobwebs as I stepped into my purpose. I was on a roll lately, as I began to notice that for every tragedy in my life, there were three miracles to offset it. A nice ratio if you ask me. So lately, I have been compiling my notes for the 'Hall of Gratitude'. This particular story bumped the sequence all of a sudden and I am not quite sure why. But here goes....
I kept hearing the word music and singing from my AGENT, but I dreaded it. Not because I was afraid to sing (for I could easily belt my way to euphoria). But because I knew what the ensuing process in this particular situation would entail. I had observed that strong hold for years. But I also knew there would be no peace in my heart without obedience. I mulled this argument over with my AGENT for months. Surely, I had been through enough ostracization to have to set myself up again for more. My AGENT"s word was as good as done when it was spoken. There would be no turning, so of I went to put in my application for the singing group and be done with it. I then braced myself for the obvious rejection. No I was not being morbid or negative, far be it from me. I just knew enough to know what to expect. Sure enough, in less time than it took to seal the envelope. I got the letter of rejection.
So I went back sulking to my AGENT. I lamented about the fact that I should have been spared the humiliation as I watched my rejectors dance various jigs. I felt like I just put a knife in their hands and demand they cut me! But my AGENT was still unmoved and unperturbed. HE said something along the lines of "The worse the situation got, the bigger the showdown will be". Was my AGENT planning a show? Because I was not sure if I could save enough face to attend.
Exactly five months later, I heard a woman on the radio describing how her child got a break to record an album. And I thought miserably to myself, how nice. If only my daddy and mummy were here, maybe I would not have to got through all this delay and denial. I would have connections and easy access to my dreams. My AGENT was not impressed with my bout of misery and complaints. HE said I had everyhing I needed and more, as long as I had HIM. HE vowed to show me that HE could do anything with absolutely anybody. I fell into a deep asleep with that assurance.
About six or seven days later after I heard that radio broadcast, I felt impressed to skip work on a Tuesday and go to this meeting on Broadway. The meeting would be featuring the singing group I applied for. While at the meeting, I pondered the fact that the song in my head had been stifled for way too long. I needed an outlet or else, I was going to explode. It had been a lifetime and 10 months of attempting to sing but to no avail. It seemed pretty much easy for a lot of people I knew. Why did my situation have to attract so much drama. Well I was about to find out. It was show time at the 'Apollo' no I mean Broadway.
The curtain went up, the meeting had started. I joined in with the crowd and reveled in the exhilaration of the moment. About ten minutes into showtime, the Senior Person in charge of the meeting walks up to the microphone and in two sentences unbeknownst to him undid what had been done five months earlier. With just the pointing of the finger, recognition and declaration. I was invited to join the singing group. No he did not know I had initially applied and he definitely did not know I had been rejected. The crowd agreed with him, by way of a thunderous applause. As for me, the ground did not open quick enough for me to bury my embarrassed (sing-song) head.
So how did he (the Senior Person), and the crowd agree on something only I and my AGENT already knew. They were either seeing my AGENT too, or we all drank the same 'koolaid'. Now if you were in that meeting that day, you know what went down behind the scenes. "Rome definitely was not built in a day"
I eventually got into the singing group, in as much time as it took to point a finger. I have the coolest AGENT in the whole wide world!!! And I am doing good now thank you!