Opposite Direction

"Goals allow you to control the direction of change in your favor." ~Brian Tracy

The morning commute to Heathrow Airport was supposed to be uneventful. I was getting up early, a walk to the train station and then settle in at the airport lounge. My goal was to get to the airport for my flight home to Atlanta.

As I entered the Swiss Cottage underground station, I began to realize this wasn't going to be uneventful. Yes, the picture shown at the link is the entrance I used everyday. The platform was filled with people heading towards work and the Jubilee Line was running slow this morning. The first train arrived and was packed to the point of people oozing out at the door seams.

A few got off, a few squeezed on, I didn't even attempt it because I was carrying luggage. A second train arrives and it is full, no where to get on. But I had a goal in mind and made a decision to head northbound to the Finchley station, grab the Metropolitan down to Baker Street and then the Hammersmith Line to the southwest.

The best laid plans went awry when even the Metropolitan was quite busy. No room on board for a lad with luggage. So I decided to take the Metropolitan even further north. I ended up at the Wembley Station; yes, the one next to Wembley Stadium from where I could see the tall arch rising over the stadium.

This particular station was a stop for the Jubilee line as well, so I awaited a train. It had plenty of room so I settled in knowing it would get crowded and knowing I had already lost 45 minutes going the wrong way towards my goal. But sometimes that is what one must do in pursuit of a goal.

The straight and short path is not always going to be available to you. Sometimes you are going to have to go in a different direction to get where you want to be. The path you WANT to take may not be the path you HAVE to take. But if you are patient and persevere, knowing full well what your goal is, then ANY path will finally get you to where you want to be.

For me, my goal was to get to the airport, relax, board my plane and return home to my wonderful wife Laura. After being gone for nearly two weeks, the goal couldn't be any greater then to reunite with her.

Understand what your goal is and find a path that will lead you to it. Even if the path appears headed in a different direction, knowing your goal, the path will lead you to it.

Early Morning Drink

Photographer Jack Delano, January 1943

"Carry out a random act of kindness, with no expectation of reward, safe in the knowledge that one day someone might do the same for you." ~Princess Diana

My last full day in London was upon me as well as a train ride out to one of our company offices to the west. It was a chilly but sunlit filled day as I entered the Underground Tube station. The train system is quite good with the occassional slow downs and outages.

This train ride was going to take two changes and the route was all mapped out in my mind. On my first switch, I waited as the train slowed and as the doors opened, two seats were immediately available. One next to a young woman and the other next to a sleeping man. With another young lady getting on behind me, the gentleman in me felt best to take the seat next to our sleeping friend.

Quickly enough I was able to tell that this sleeping man was asleep for a reason. A slight smell of alchohol was evident and sleep was his dearest companion for the moment. As we made our stops at the various stations, most everyone got off the train. Soon he and I were the only two sitting next to each other at one end of a train car.

As the train moved further down the track, the bright morning sun came shining through the window across from us. A high intensity of sunbeams shining onto our faces, which brought our sleeping friend from his quiet slumber. He shifted a bit, reached into his coat pocket and pulled a fifth of something and removed the screw cap. A sly lift and swig from his bottle seemed to light up his eyes.

He looked and offered his morning 'pick me up' to me. It was as if he were trying to be a gentleman amidst his blurry awakening. I turned down his kind gesture and commented to him that it looked like a long day awaited him. He smiled and shook his bottle a bit and said, "this will shorten the day." The train neared the platform and I gave a smile and wished him a good day. In return he wished me the same as he picked up his bag and disappeared into the crowd.

There had been others on the train giving this man a cross eye. I myself could have moved away further from him. But maybe a kind exchange with a stranger is what this man needed. It is hard to say what will become of him, but the last thing I know he encountered was kindness from me. Kindness instead of a cold and angry look of disdain that could harden his resolve that gives him a reason to drink.

Then again, shouldn't all of our exchanges with others be ones of kindness. Doing so without judgement if possible, doing so with the belief that it can make a difference in another persons life. Knowing that the last exchange they had with a person that you know of (you) was a pleasant one.

Take time to add a little kindness to your day by spreading it to others. It might be you on the receiving end one day when you need it most.

Each Battle

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." ~Plato

The crowds each day in large city can seem overwhelming at first. All are trying to get to work, going through the transit stations, or walking down the streets to their individual office. After a while, you get used to it and start to blend in with the flow.

The interesting part is that it can seem like a battle of sorts. One large group headed up the stairs and another headed down. Bunches of people coming to this side of the street while many more head over to the other side. Elevators crammed full of people and the coffee shops a mad crush of controlled chaos all add to the scene.

And while this really is not a battle of people, each person inside probably has some type of battle they are confronting. It could be relationships, money or health issues. There might be problems with their boss or a relative. Legal or tax problems might be dogging their life. A child might be going through a rough period or their marriage is troublesome. So many battles, so many issues that anyone of us could be dealing with.

So maybe as we go about our day, knowing that others have battles as well, smiling or spreading a bit of kindness is in order. For a brief moment in your battle, a smile to lighten the day. A kind gesture can provide a bit of relief that could change the course of that person's inner battle. It can even change you.

Queue

"An Englishman, even if he is alone, forms an orderly queue of one." ~George Mikes

Am I really all that surprised? Is it one of those things that until you have experienced it, you just can not describe it? Spending an extra amount of time in London can reveal the little things about a society. Those are the things that you may read about in magazines but experience once there.

For me it was all about the London Underground and learning the train system. Its rather easy once you get the hang of it and very convenient in most cases. That is until the delays occur, the outages and closures which seem to pop up when you least expect. It can be a great and sometimes frustrating experience.

What I found interesting to see though is the British knack for queueing up in a line. Whether it be for tickets, to pass through the turnstile, or getting on the train; queueing is almost an art form here. The line crashers and confused may try to come in at an angle, but quickly they are dismissed.

It can actually be fun to watch the precision with which they form a queue. It can be very much like watching a synchronized water dance from the old Esther Williams movies. A seemingly random mass of people gliding into a one or two person line, side-by-side, slipping into the arms of an escalator. Or maybe a well timed slither of human snake lines onto and off of a train catches your eye.

I'm not sure what drives it. An article in the Guardian Newspaper back in 2003 suggested that the British might be losing their patience for queues. If they have, I would be amazed to see what it was like before then. The queues still seem to flourish with apparent belief that the line will actually get them somewhere.

Is it a blind faith that the system will work and that they will achieve the point of their queueing? When you have the large amount of people using a transport system such as this one, a certain amount of belief in the system is necessary I guess. For me, it reminds me that all of us need to have a certain amount of faith in our destination.

There might involve a queue that will get us to the next part of our journey. And we need to have a certain amount of belief that this is the right queue to stand in. Once through the line, we still have to struggle with the crowded platform, the delayed trains and breakdowns. But once we get used to how it all works, then the journey becomes an adventure to enjoy.

The destination will arrive eventually and whether it be standing in a queue along the way or riding the train, it might as well be fun.