Right after president won his re-election bid for White House, he made an interesting comment. He said he was going to spend his "political capital" wisely.
At first, I did not understand what he was talking about, but then I began to think about it. All his work in getting re-elected won him a certain amount of influence with people who helped re-elect him.
I never thought of it that way. But it got me thinking about my own situation, so I began evaluating my capital. It certainly wasn't in my checkbook.
Although I have lots of checks remaining, bank insisted I didn't have any capital in my account. According to bank, only capital I had was in my name.
As I dug around in my life, I discovered I did earn capital and I needed to figure out how to spend it wisely.
The capital I'm talking about is my "ailment capital." My recent illness, which necessitated me going to hospital, certainly had earned me some spendable capital. The more I thought about it, more excited I became, almost like putting on a pair of trousers and finding a $20 bill in front pocket.
I was anxious to begin spending my "ailment capital." After all, my illness had cost me quite a bit and represented a major investment on my part. So now, I intended to get some payback.
My first plan of action was to tell people about my illness. I had rehearsed my story and knew it well. However, it was then I ran up against a block wall. It rather caught me off guard, if you know what I mean.
The first person I met set my plan into action. Carefully I introduced subject of my stay in hospital. Much to my bewilderment, they immediately began postulating on their recent visit to hospital. According to them, their stay in hospital was much more serious than my stay in hospital.
I slipped into conversation, when I had chance, that I experienced worse headache while in hospital.
"Headache?" They almost shouted to me. "You talk about headaches. I had such a severe headache that nurse gave me enough pain killer to put 12 elephants out of their misery, and it never even touched my headache. The doctor told me that it was worst headache he had ever seen in his entire life."
When they took a breath, I jumped in and mentioned how high my temperature was.
"High-temperature? You talk about high-temperature; my temperature was so high they had to put me in a tub of ice cubes for three days before my temperature even came down. The nurse told me that it was worst case of high-temperature she had ever seen in her life."