What matters most.

gaymen2
Jul 11
4 min read

What matters most to you ? Your family ?

Your partner ?

Your job / career ?

Your dog / cat / donkey ?

Your home ?

Your health ?

Your wealth ?

Your sex life ?

Your friends ?

Your weekends ?

Your standing on Social media ?

Your own vanity / ego ?

Your always being 'Number One' ?

Think about what really matters to you the most and pick the top three and write them down, pin them up on a notice board at home or on the fridge door and then grow to appreciate and value what you have , with respect, honour and love.

It is always beytter - in life - to concentrate on what works for you rather than what doesn't. Most therapies work on the problem rather than what is NOT the problem, and from a position of strength, power and what makes you smile - you can then work on the things that do not work for you.

This is working from the POSITIVE - rather than the NEGATIVE.

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He was late for work when he saw her —

a small dog, struggling in the dark water below.

He didn’t think about the meeting he was supposed to be in or the tie around his neck. He just moved. Shoes kicked off. The cold air biting his face as he climbed over the railing. A single breath, then the jump. The water hit him like a slap, pulling him under.

He came up gasping, hair in his eyes, the weight of his clothes dragging him down. But he saw her. Tiny head bobbing, eyes wide. And that was all he needed.

He reached out, feeling her small, shivering body press against him. She stopped fighting then. As he pulled her close, she rested her head against his shoulder like she already knew he would carry her to safety. By the time they reached the shore, he was soaked to the skin. He had nothing to show for the day — no paycheck, no meeting notes, no accolades. Just a shivering dog, pressing closer into his chest. Later, he called his boss and explained why he’d missed work. His voice still shaking, he braced for the anger, the cold dismissal. But the boss just sighed and said,

“That’s not part of the job.”

He hung up, staring down at the dog in his lap. She was safe. Alive. And for a moment, he wondered why the world he lived in couldn’t see that this — this rescue, this quiet moment of life against the odds — was worth more than anything else he could have done that day. Maybe the world was wrong. Or maybe it just needed to be reminded what really matters.

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I was sacked that day.

The day I witnessed and was part of a horrendous crash. I was on my way to work, when a coach full of elderly tourists veered off the road and came straight towards me.

I ducked and it missed me but crashed through the entrance of a shop. The noise was intense and then - silence.

Then the screams started. I lept to my feet and ran in just as others were realizing this was serious.

The front of the bus was a mess. The driver was out cold. My instincts kicked in from my time in the armed forces.

I shouted into the bus to stay calm and that help was on its way.

I forced myself inside and 40 pairs of eyes looked in my dinrection, pleading.

I spoke calmly and said that if you can move, to head for the nearest exit and if hurt, stay where you are as ambulances were on the way. AS peope started to move out and away from the bus, I could see the driver coming to and that he was seriously hurt.

I stayed with him, holding him, talking gently with him. Pressing firmly against his bleeding chest to save the blood flow.

He kept repeating how something exploded in front of the bus ( a tyre had blown ) and how he tried to keep the coach on the road, and I gently told him not to worry and that it will all be sorted out later but at the moment, and I know it sounds dumb, I kept telling him what a beauitiful day it was and how the birds were singing and the sky was clear and that his passengers were fine.

I was 3 hours late for work.

I was sacked even before they heard my excuse.

Later, my firm was castigated for their actions and my manager being sent for re training. I was given a Congratulatory Award from work and a commendation from the local Fire and Safety for my calmness and helping so many stay calm and in getting so many off the bus.

The driver survived as did everyone and no serious injuries . The driver told the papers that all he could remember was this calm voice talking to him and he thought it was an Angel. The calm voice talking abou tthe blue sky and the birds had kept him going as he had truly thoughthe was an angel.

It didn't matter to me I was late for work.

It didn't matter to me my clothes were covered in the drivers blood.

It mattered most to me to make sure that in whatever way I could, I would help.

Neil

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