So what if your edge was a rusty old fence about 100 yards away?
Could you make it to the fence?
No matter how bad things looked, would you have the energy, the motivation, to take another breath, another step towards your that fence on your edge?
Would you consider the fence to be a barrier to keep you stuck or trapped?
Or would you consider the fence to be a beacon to strive for and allow you to break out?
I am the Founder and CEO of Coconut Avenue, Inc. (coconutavenue.com) a book publishing company.
One of the first books we published was a self-empowerment, motivational book written by a woman who had one simple life long desire, to be a runner.
However, she was born with Cystic Fibrosis (CF), a disease that affects the lungs and makes it difficult to breathe.
When she was a little girl, this author used to race her classmates to a rusty old fence that surrounded her grade school in Boston. At first she was winning the races to the fence. As the CF progressively got worse, she become slower and slower. Eventually, she could not race anymore. Even the simplest activities made it hard for her to breathe.
Never losing site of her lifelong goal, she underwent a double lung transplant. Her heart stopped twice on the operating table and she needed to be revived. She died and came back to life. They call her “The Phoenix Girl.”
After the transplant, she was indeed able to run with her new lungs. One of the first things she did was go back to her grade school and run to that rusty old fence. She could breathe. She was winning races to that rusty old fence once again.
However, the transplant medications affected her kidneys and she eventually required a kidney transplant. Another major, life threatening surgery.
After recovering from the kidney transplant, she was able to run again.
She not only become a runner, she became a professional runner. A runner good enough to be offered a contract to run for Nike.
She carried the Olympic Torch.
She won medals in running events at the World Transplant Games.
She ran on a relay team that completed the Boston Marathon.
She become a mother.
She become an author.
She had fulfilled her life long desire to become a runner. And so much more!
To her, that rusty old fence was a shiny beacon of escape to a new life and not a rusty old barrier that would keep her trapped.
What would your edge be to achieve a life long dream? A first organ transplant? A second organ transplant? One or more life threatening surgeries? Or something much simpler? Like making it to your own fence.
So, can you make it to the fence, whether your fence represents a barrier or a beacon to you?
After hearing a little bit of Dottie’s story, I would bet that you can.
Out There on the Edge of Everything…
Stephen Lesavich, PhD