The Juste Simon

  Earl Nightingale got me quite interested in his audio cassettes. In his cassette self-esteem and courage, he narrates this short story: There’s a story about a man hunting tigers in India, who was suddenly surprised by a huge Bengal tiger—it was almost on top of him. The man raised his rifle and fired, but he overshot and missed. The tiger, frightened by the man and thrown off stride by the noise of the gun, leaped toward the hunter. But the leap was too wide, and he missed his prey… The story does not end here but we’ll get to it very soon. He got me thinking about the ways we approach life circumstances and the consequent results. I remember back in the days in my adolescent life in Africa, precisely in Ivory Coast. I was living with my uncle in a small building of 3 floors. My auntie was into any kind of small business in order to improve the family incomes. So, in that house we were selling all sort of juices, cakes, ice and more. We were living at the second floor. Rig...

  It has been almost two months since my last article and surely you were waiting for a particular article I’ve mentioned previously. As you know I like to give free flow to my dominant inspiration. Two stories got me thinking hard these days. So, bear with me in these stories as we reflect and think together.   One morning in August 1919 seventeen-year-old Milton Erickson awoke to discover parts of his body suddenly paralyzed. Over the next few days the paralysis spread. He was soon diagnosed with polio, a near epidemic at the time. As he lay in bed, he heard his mother in another room discussing his case with two specialists the family had called in. Assuming Erickson was asleep, one of the doctors told her, “The boy will be dead by morning.” His mother came into his room, clearly trying to disguise her grief, unaware that her son had overhead the conversation. Erickson kept asking her to move the chest of drawers near his bed over here, over there. She thought he was delus...

  Some of my usual readers were for sure waiting up for the follow up of my article “ Rest before you get tired ”. Don’t worry, I will get back to it soon, meanwhile follow me on this trip my mind took me while jogging. Some of you remember my exploit of running 21 km as kick off of the year 2021. The week after I was able to run 22 km. How did I do that? Well, the result is the application of different techniques, one of them is for sure the principle of rest before you get tired . And the subject of this article. It might seem deeper and a sort of awakening but stick with me and you will be saying things like:   Ah I knew it; It happened to me before; That’s so true etc... Your parents remember for sure the day you took your first steps. They might even laugh at you now as they see how independent you’ve become as they compared you to the trembling person at his first steps. That time your memory maybe was not active yet, still after the first day you took your first...

   I found recently a book so interested that I even went on to listen the audiobook. The book is titled  "how to stop worrying and start living"  by Dale Carnegie  Before I get further into the story let me tell you how deep the message got into me. While I was reading the chapter "rest before you get tired" , I had to stop a bit and remember my grand-mother. The young lady is about 98 years now, you could imagine that she was conventionally already an old lady when I was growing up. This book dug out of me the memory of her.  You might not know but for us young African growing up in the rural area life was divided into two sessions. During school sessions we were in school and in summer times (well Africa is always in summer time), let's say in holiday sessions we were in the villages doing any kind of activities trying to raise up the money for the school sessions, just think of the fable of Aesop: "The Ant and the Grasshopper" and you'll ...

  The clock is ticking and this famous year is rolling down. I can imagine people from every corner of the world saying that this year is finally over. It seems that we have been rubbed by this guest that we willingly welcomed almost a year ago. Do you remember how hopeful were you back then? The things you were dreaming for yourself? How amazing the upcoming will be for you? What about the deceptions, you’ve decided to leave behind in 2019? What about the pains you said to yourself that you are going to leave forever? The loved ones that you have lost, and you’ve decided to live a happy year for them? This picture in my opinion could be the summary of 2020 for many people I, myself included. It got me questioning myself, what is it that make life different? What is that element that defines life? I would like to know what is that thing that bring change in people life? A wiseman man once said:   “Life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans”. ...

 I was writing another article until the news of the death of Chadwick BOSEMAN got me. The shared post by his family: according to twither is the most liked post of all the time. I guess, twither needs to add more ways of expressions about a post, most people in this case would have wanted to put a crying or a broken heart but liking was the only option available.   The question begging this article is: How can such a young man could be so serene in front of eminent death? I have heard different stories about certain  death:   One from Earl nightingale in his radio podcast titled " the essence of success"; a couple was on a boat that was sinking so they hug each other and while smiling they were taken away by the waves.   Another story comes from an Italian tv show " Le Iene" Nadia Toffa,  the tv show journalist full of positive contagious energy battled for a long time with cancer. While recovering she even came back to keep doing her job. She was sm...

The day is long gone and the night has started hours ago. After doing all that I have planned, I switched of the light of my room and opened the door. Well I need to get some fresh air in the room after all I am going to be closed in that 9 m 2 for 6 hours. While refreshing the room, I walked outside to refresh myself as well. Standing at the balcony of this old building that I was running from. The area gets easily quiet after midnight even my noisy sister was nowhere to be heard today. Instead, the birds were singing their alleluia, the air is smooth, a little bit cold, windy, who knows where it has been? Or what prayer it has taken along its way? Maybe it has a message for me? Perhaps it has met the woman of my dream? Or was it the only comfort that some lonely man had had? Anyway with me it is very kind tonight, it just embraces me like a mother. My body, my mind, my heart even my blood feels its gentle touch. I am so grateful that my mind starts vising places. It took me to a h...