?John, stop putting yourself down. There's been enough of that in the past. We enjoyed your company. You're just striving to learn more, to know more and to be a better person. That's why you ask so many questions. You can never annoy us. We love you too much. Let's go. After you get a good night's rest, you'll feel much better.? ?Thanks, Gideon. Please, let me help pay for dinner.? ?No, John. It goes on my expense account. Remember we work for G&M Enterprises, Inc. The pay is first-rate and the benefits package is excellent.?
?Why don't you get me a job with your company, Gideon?? I asked. ?I could certainly use some of those benefits and I'm sure I'd enjoy the increase in pay.?
There was that twinkle in his eye again as he replied, ?You already work for the company, John. In fact, you, Marla and I are in the same department. Your problem is you think that you're working for everyone else, even though you work only for yourself and the company.?
?What do you mean?? I asked, but he did not explain any further.
By this time we had arrived at the front of the building. The same limousine was parked, ready to pick us up. As we got in, Marla leaned over and whispered, ?It was a very pleasant evening. We'll see you again, soon.?
The doors closed and I heard the ringing of a telephone. Why would anyone be calling now? I was feeling extremely drowsy and my eyes must have closed for a second. The ringing of the phone continued and I jumped up. To my surprise, I found myself in my bed at home, and the ringing was coming from the phone on the bedside table. I reached over and grabbed it, not knowing for sure where I was or what was going on.
?Hello,? I said, glancing at the clock; it read 7:11. It was morning. ?Hello,? I said again.
The voice on the other end answered, ?It's your wake up call, Mr. H. Have a pleasant day!?
Before I could say anything further, there was a click as the caller hung up. I replaced the receiver and sat up in bed to clear my mind. I don't get wake-up calls at home. I had to sort things out. How did I get here? I remembered leaving for dinner last night with Marla and Gideon and making arrangements for baby-sitting. The restaurant, Theo, Marla and Gideon were fresh in my mind. The little Scottish village by the sea,the bagpipes, Charlie and Donald. To say the least, I was be wildered and quite disoriented.
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Ever since my first meeting with Gideon, I have tried to live a life exemplifying many of the principles he taught me. There were times when I succeeded brilliantly,times when everything seemed to work so well that I wondered how I could never have known what to do in crisis situations. But there were times, many of them, when, no matter what I did, nothing went right. Then I would fret and fume, thinking all the while that there was no sense nor purpose in human existence. As I persisted in practicing, changes would occur, and again, the matter that seemed so impossible would work itself out in ways that were too perfect to explain. I also became aware that whenever I switched focus from my problems to those of others, whenever I tried to help others instead of being immersed in my own concerns, events took a decided turn for the better.
This day, as I sat on my porch, a gentle breeze arose and a penetrating silence descended. The temperature dropped a few degrees, but I remained there, ever so tranquil,ever so peaceful, watching the interplay of nature. Tomorrow I would be taking a trip to the Big City for routine business purposes. Visiting the Big City was always an exciting experience for me, and it had been a long time since my last trip. I was really looking forward to the experience. It would not be a long trip, only a day ? leaving in the morning and returning later in the evening ? with a flight time of about two hours.
Sitting there enjoying the breeze, the serenity and thoughts of the Big City, I felt at one with my world. This, indeed, was relaxation. This was the ?bliss at eventide.? The tensions and stresses of the day dropped away from me, like magnets that seemed to have lost their power. I drank in the cool evening air and sat there, not concentrating on anything special, but allowing my mind and body to be as one. Within a few minutes I felt so refreshed that I decided to go inside and pack for my trip.
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John Harricharan has sinced written about articles on various topics from Web Development, Religion and Web Development. Lecturer, entrepreneur and MBA business consultant, John Harricharan is the author of the award-winning book, "When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat."