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Just the word standing alone is enough to make some, very uncomfortable.
For most, pressure is dealt with (whether liked or not) on an everyday basis. For us all, this unseen “thing” known as pressure, could break ones’ psyche; being under the grip of such a powerful force, for a timed moment maybe too long.
And it is my belief the feeling of pressure, the dealing with pressure, and that moment of which comes with pressure, we come under fire constantly, as it can take a toll on everything we do as a society continual, or just continually face us to fight one on one, within our personal daily lives.
Again, many people who deal with pressure don’t like it, don’t want it, can’t stand it, and yet this hidden from view feeling could have you doing great things if you can get around it or go through it. But I do also believe pressure, possibly somewhat unfair, gets a negative ‘knock’ on life from most.
But putting a positive ‘spin’ on pressure, when under pressure and rightfully producing and performing at your best against the pressure, would that not warrant you an achievement, maybe a personal best gathering – merely a greatest of moment for you in some of the most pressured moments life has to offer?
So, why think negative when there’s more aptly a chance, there is no negativity involved? A person can do much seen in life, accomplish more with life and we have all seen this applied in our own lives and of others. Being determined, setting a milestone, overcoming the odds, all the while dealing with the pressure of what happens or could happen… if this something you are dealing with would fall through and fail.
And sometimes in life, we do fall… We do fail. But to me, I would rather fail in trying… than not try at all. There are a multitude of “what if” situations out there already, and I feel better about my odds of success wanting to try instead of having to try scenarios any way, any day.
To me, it doesn’t matter how the pressured event came to be, planned or unplanned – it just is present now. Some call this chance, fate, karma, etc., but all you really must know, is that you must prove to yourself and to nobody else, that you are strong enough physically and strong enough mentality to take the pressure. I call it “fighting the good fight” … So, get your gloves on already!
This is what reality brings to the table and has shown us since the birth of time itself. Nobody but NOBODY is immune to the power of pressure. You just must take it and attempt to embrace it because there is no avoiding it – and boy, did I have to embrace it a few short weeks ago.
This is a story I’ll call “Mistaken Jesus”.
My car needs maintenance this holiday weekend, which is much overdue. Thankfully, I’m just handy enough to take care of the bare necessities, and so today is the day I’m attempting to give care to such vehicle. Here is the scene and scenario that took place on this blessed of mornings.
The parking lot at my apartment complex is a high traffic volume area during the weekend, with families dropping off and picking up their children to and from a tenant on the east side residence of my building.
A bit of background for all, the elderly woman who resides there on that end (and a wonderfully, sweet lady she is, I’ve been told) is a caregiver to and for many families. I believe she’s running a “weekend daycare” in there but if the children are safe and taken care of? Ok by me.
There is one couple that drops off their young daughter every Sunday morning but today is Saturday, which just happens to be on the day that I’m outside early.
The view of multiple cars and trucks coming and going is truly a sight to see. It seems like all are trying to make an appearance at the same time and I try to stay clear; not wanting to be someone’s much-overwhelmed vehicular roadkill.
Possibly to paint a simply better picture and putting things in to a much better perspective for the imaginary viewing, my appearance is questionable, at best. At worst, I look like a slob (just relaxingly a bit casual, is what I call it) while owning a good deal of long brown hair and sporting a shoddy beard from a couple weeks laziness.
Comfortability is all that’s craved by me this day and my attire? Same as every Saturday, really. It’s my infatuation with the wearing of long Khaki shirt, pants, and sandals. Throw in a hand-crafted wood cross around my neck (on a finely linked silver necklace, I might add) and you have, well, me.
Just here I am working away on all the things that I need to do for the “Preventive Maintenance Practice” to work, I most suddenly here a child’s voice spring out from the closest of ranges. “Auntie… there’s Jesus!” This, I promisingly will say, will get a person’s attention fast and so my head and neck become one, swiveling back and forth quickly, all the while gazing upward towards the sky far faster than I could have ever imagined.
Rapture time? Is this the Telling of Times? No… it’s just little Nakita, running up to me in childlike fashion (she is but 4…maybe a bit of 5) and hugging the strength out of my legs.
Now, I don’t know my neighbor very well. We exchange common courtesy from days we see each other, which isn’t often, and I see little Nikita even less. I’m thoroughly confused by this new happening but knowingly need this young one to step aside, for I want to be most presentable for the now coming of Jesus.
I think I’ve lived a mostly good life; not thinking that he really will hold my cursing, smoking, drinking, and impure thoughts about candy with condemnation, right? I just believe there’s so much one can do with chocolate. I know, I know… it’s unhealthy but I thought that was just for animals.
Then Auntie speaks. She says she is terribly sorry for Nakita’s actions and I realize that Jesus is not here after all. But to this little girl, Jesus is here… for Jesus is me. This little bundle of joy is all smiles and grabs my hand, while pulling me down to the curb in one motion; my left kneecap awkwardly banging against the outer driver’s side door in the process.
By now, other families are gathering to pick up their children and a crowd begins to gather for the spectacle. Auntie begins to tell the entire group what is transpiring here, and this is turning into more than a life experience, with me not being quite adjusted enough in my world, to be known as THE SAVIOR, and little Nakita’s star struck, somber gaze directly peering into my eyes.
Alright, need to figure out what flavor of liquor this child has consumed, this fine sunny day. I mean, Saturday for me is vodka; Sunday – usually whiskey. She’s real young though, for the hard stuff, maybe she found a wine cooler when Auntie had her back turned, grabbed it (thinking it was fruit punch) and downed it. Could happen; her background might be that of an adventurous, risk-taking type… Who knows?
“Jesus” she says, “Can I have a favor?”
“GOOD GRAVY!” I gasp!
“I want a little brother “, she says. “Somebody who can play dress up with me, ok?”
Well, is that all. Here I thought she would ask for something difficult, like bestow her with angelic wings. I honestly think I will black out now; probably a good thing I’m sitting down.
Well, a superbly fine request, I guess, but I tell her that she needs to speak with her mom and dad on the subject, for its way too early in the morning for Jesus to be granting miracles, without a wine cooler or two himself. (Alright, alright… I didn’t say it – just inner voice humor)
Nakita is tightly holding my cross dangling down from the nape of my neck and states that she could ask her mom if she has money to buy her a brother.
“Maybe so…” I say. “Amazon has multiple, awesome deals online right now but there’s a highly unlikely percentage rate that maybe they aren’t stocking little brothers in the spring catalogue this late in the season. (I know, I know… Didn’t say it aloud (inner voice again) but should have – kids these days should be more aware that the internet is nothing more than harsh reality)
I believe that I my given answer of “Maybe so”, wasn’t given fast enough and so with a quick kiss of my cheek and a “Bless you, Jesus!” of biblical proportions, Nakita was off, skipping down the sidewalk – leaving myself and many others behind, off kilter; just to say the least. Oh, to be a child again with that much energy and, would not life be so much a bore, without becoming so easily distracted, like Nakita was now? (I think she saw a squirrel run up a tree limb)
Makes a man really give thought, you know? (Not about squirrels) But like, what does a wee child see with their perspective and how does a person appear to be, through the innocence of a youthful eye? That is a money question.
Maybe it’s dreams and believing, or simply seeing the view of the world as simple – without apprehension, anxiety, or more so… without pressure. Unfortunately, we adults don’t have this or that luxury.
Yes, there will be moments and times in our lives that are filled with pressure; pressure in our world, about our world, all around our world, but hopefully sometimes, the pathway through life will not be as difficult as we all see it to be – or for that matter, appear to be. Finding a resolution that works in the preparing for pressure? That is the question we ask of ourselves every day.
Of course, I’m asking the same question. This pressure given by a loving, trusting child, with but a question. How to make her dreams and beliefs come breathily to life? Just a simple favor request, wanting for but a simple “Yes!” or “Let It Be Done” returned answer. The weight of little Nakita asking, is the weight now upon my shoulders. How do I respond?
It is not a task to be undertaken lightly, I surely agree. Yet, I have been gifted by this one little girl by only a volition of her own wants. This is a perplexing challenge and will take some real soul searching to come up with the right answer. I wonder, WWJD?
I wait briefly in the making of my fateful decision. There is much at stake here and I want to be at peace with this choice, you know, being the CHOSEN ONE and all.
Well, time is of the essence here. The good people of my apartment complex need an answer. This was truly enough thinking for me on any given Saturday, let alone today. So, the answer is… “OK, I’ll do it.”
I can’t let these decent, hope filled loving people down and will take full and rightful acceptance of this role; a role that I will ever embrace for little Nakita and the masses. I faintly hear trumpets and harps in the distant and I raise my hands high; a spiritual time is forthright in coming here.
“All of you before me, hear my cry… I say aloud. “And to the many who will hear me most soon – Let it be known, that my voice has been declared to all of you close and afar. For today and forever, I will be now known in the kingdom and beyond… Forever known through endless time, as “Mistaken Jesus”. (And yes, of course, all the afore mentioned verbiage used, stated, and implied… was again, with my strong, yet silently spoken, inner voice)
Now, the event was over and done, and we all simply just dissipated from the area; some people heading away from here, others now quietly going there, and as I walked back to my apartment, I thought about what had just transpired. In little Nikita’s eye, something of the nature of this show, was important to her.
And thinking some more, I thought it would be important to be right here and right there for her, if at least for her moment of time.
You know, I once heard someone say that “pressure is a ‘thing’ (whether you like it or not) that must be dealt with accordingly, with intelligent timing – according to the time at hand.”
Maybe sometimes (days) are better without pressure and some days, obviously, can be difficult times to deal with the pressure. Maybe it is all about timing.
For what it’s worth, you can view pressure for what it is, good or bad. You can embrace it or cast it away. Just know that it’s out there, so just be ready. I made the most of my time under pressure this day and it really turned out thankfully kind. I guess it was because of timing… not by me or for me, but timing for someone else. And this time, for sure, I believe I am alright in just being a man dealing with an everyday life with pressure, so… “Thank you, Nakita.”
It has been a long while since I felt that kind of pressure, and you know what? I felt good after getting through it. I really did… At least for this time. And yet, time is such a fleeting ‘thing’; one must make the most of it in the “have now” and what wisely managing skill he/she has left to plan for the dealings of time futuristically.
Now that having all been stated, I will now take this time in saying adieu, my friends… For time is a precious commodity for me; for it is this time, still Saturday, and it is now this man’s time, for Vodka.
© 2018 Scott Price
Fantastic story. Love your writing style. on April 13, 2018:
Fantastic story. Love your writing style.