…back when Barry was in secondary school, he and eleven of his classmates headed off with two Catholic priests for a cycling trip around Kerry.
And no, it’s not going to end like one of those tabloid stories. – ‘Everyone’ behaved themselves. 🙂
Anyhoo, one day our trip involved a trip out to one of the Skellig Islands. Not sure if it was the one Star Wars was filled on, but it meant going out into the Atlantic.
On the way out, traveling through the calm river channel, we were all bragging about how great we all were on a boat.
Ten minutes later, and now in the Atlantic, the scene looked like something from the exorcist movie, with kids left, right, and center, throwing up all over each other.
As far as I can remember, I think I was the first to go. – Although I argued that it was my classmate ‘Cosie’ instead.
Finally getting to the island, I crawled half-dead from the boat and lay on the grass and looked up at the puffins flying around in the sky above.
It seemed like a good place to die and I was ready to meet my maker.
‘Right, lads. Back here in two hours.’
I look over at the priest and expected to see him joking.
Two hours from now and I’d be doing that trip all over again?
Given a choice between going back, or living in one of the stone-shaped igloos on the island, I was prepared to go native.
Not given a choice, I stood on the jetty two hours later with my classmates as we filed up to climb back aboard the boat.
‘I can’t do this, I’m going to throw up again,’ I moaned.
I slunk into a seat near the back of the boat and waited for round two to begin.
‘Think you’re going to get sick?’
I looked up and nodded to one of the crew.
‘What you need to do is pick something to focus on. Find something in the boat, and keep focused on that.’ He ruffled my hair and walked away.
Desperate to find anything before we set sail, I spied a peanut stuck between two boards of the boat’s deck.
For the next forty minutes or so, I studied that peanut as if my life depended on it. Not once did I blink, or lift my head to look at anyone else in the boat. To me, the rest of the world didn’t exist. – It was just me and that peanut.
Did it work?
Not a stomach flip flop, or heave in sight.
Climbing off the boat on the mainland, I smiled at the man that gave me the great advice.
Who knew focusing on one thing, could make a huge difference in your life? – Even if it’s just a peanut. : )
Unfortunately, most people never do.
And then they wonder why they don’t get anywhere.
Have a good one!
Oh, and BTW…