One of
great secrets to success is just jumping in. This “Rest of
Story” style article tells us that our efforts affect more than just
person attaining success.I stepped up to
edge and looked down. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath... and jumped in head first.
The summer I turned 13 was spent at
swimming pool. We swam at a huge olympic size pool with three diving boards at one end, two low dives and one high dive.
I had bragged to my friends that I could execute
perfect swan dive off
high board. Eventually, I was challenged to prove it. No problem. I believed that I could. In my imagination, I saw myself walking to
edge of
board and launching! I believed I could that is until I began to climb
ladder. At
top I realized I had gotten into more than I could just jump out of. It was a lot farther looking down than looking up. I started to back out, but
next kid in line was at
top of
ladder yelling, “It’s my turn!”
I heard
sound of other kids playing safely at ground level. I looked and saw
mocking smiles on
faces of my friends. I took a deep breath and dredged up my courage and jumped in head first.
For a moment, my dive was perfect. Then my feet flipped over my head and I landed with a terrific force in
most awful belly flop you could imagine. The wind was knocked out of me so badly I thought
lifeguard would have to fish me out.
I failed miserably, but I learned something. I learned to keep my big mouth shut. I also learned that sometimes
best way to reach your goals is to jump in head first. I have since learned that when you do accomplish your goals, your successes will affect many lives other than your own.
I read about a head firster recently. Anne and her brother Jim were a brother and sister with big problems. their mother died when they were young. Their alcoholic dad just disappeared. Anne legally blind, was only able to make out blurry shapes. Jim had a tubercular hip and walked with crutches. No one knew what to do with them so they were disposed of at
poorhouse in Tewksbury Massachusetts.
The Tewksbury poorhouse was a repository for human refuse. All
people that society did not have a place for ended up in places like this.