Tuesday, 28 May 2013

Holding a Lightning Conductor in a Storm



Tuesday, May 28th 2013
We all have days when we feel like we’ve really rubbed our faces in it. Today was mine.
            I biked to Georgetown through mist. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t safe either. Still, made CTK alright where I talked with their V.P.
            I stayed in Georgetown to help with Links2Kids afterschool program. It was only at the end of my stay I realized my problem.
           It was raining. Badly.
           I headed out, hoping for the best. I hadn’t gone a kilometre when I heard it.
           Thunder.
           Riding a bike in a lightning storm. Great.
           It really was tough. It was hard to see with the rain blowing in my face. I was soaked from the downpour and the puddles I inevitably went through. Brutal.

            Ironically, when I got back to Acton it was sunny and relatively dry. Apparently it’d stopped raining some time before.
            I suppose it shows even the most dour beginnings can lead to successful ends. For my part, I was glad I was alive.
            Just another ride in Inspire Halton.

Thursday, 23 May 2013

It's Worse than You Thought



Thursday May 23rd 2013
Should get two rides in today. Head out later after dealing with some calls. More biking. I’d greased it up again because I was worried I hadn’t done a good enough job the day before. My worst fears seemed confirmed when I felt tired just starting out down the highway but things really eased up heading south. I then went onto 17th. The wind was pretty tough so I got off for a bit. Another fella was biking by and asked whether I was alright. Gotta love the people in this town. I said I was and he continued on unabashed. Goes to show you how much more fit some people are than I. Makes you feel humble.
            Eventually I continue going. Make it to Georgetown alright and, coincidentally, walk into an Inspiree who happened to be out. She took my picture and I headed back. The weather was beautiful. I thought I had it easy.
            Wrong. Really, damn wrong. When I started driving north I realized why it was so easy coming south. The wind was blowing me the whole way. And now it was repulsing me. A seed on the breeze. And I felt like it. It’s surprising I wasn’t blown into a ditch. And my muscles, like an fly trying to stop its swatter. It’s surprising I didn’t end up crawling back home. So tired and in so much pain.
            No second ride today. I’m going to sleep.
            For a while.

Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Biking Blind



Wednesday May 22, 2013

More biking. Back to CTK. It was their community fair which was interesting, seeing other co-patriots in the community. I ate lunch with most of the same people who put on the Improvathon last Thursday. Biking back wasn’t bad.
            But I’m still behind. I went out and did my second trip later on. I left at 7 pm, giving me just enough time to do it before dark. The bike, surprisingly, was squeking up a storm. It wasn’t seizing up as much, but man did it sound like it was. I thought I was going to crash once or twice.
            I got into Georgetown about 8 pm (an hour trip one way, which is great time). But it was already getting dark. No time to lose.
            Just when I thought I’d be fine and make it, maybe five kilometres from home, clouds blocked out most of the last light. I really pushed it to get back on time. Man, it was close. Like biking blind.
            Only two more days and one trip to catch up on before I can take a break.

Tuesday, 21 May 2013

And She Seized Up



Tuesday, May 21st

Man it was hot today! I biked to Christ the King and back. Remember about my last biking experience in Inspire Halton? The weather was better but the bike was not. It was seizing up big time and needed oiling. Problem was I was over ten kilometres away from home when it got really bad. It’s lucky I didn’t end up walking home. I oiled it up when I finally did make it back. Can’t wait to compare the difference tomorrow.

Monday, 20 May 2013

What to Do When You Forget



Monday, May 20th

Though I walked most of today, it wasn’t measured properly so I won’t count it towards the total. I’ve got some catching up to do… Btw Happy Victoria Day!

Sunday, 19 May 2013

Anyone Can Make It



Sunday, May 19th

Eric and I headed to Acton. Today’s the day I started using crutches (I spent a long time on them when I was younger and wanted to prove that anyone could do Inspire Halton, no matter what excuses they may have). I was really concerned because the cuts I’d gotten on my hands after falling on the first Saturday still kept opening up. I wasn’t sure if I could take it.
We made slow progress. Eric interviewed me a couple times and took lots of good shots. We only went one way but at the end we got pizza which was fantastic. Overall, my hands fared well.
The challenge continues.

Saturday, 18 May 2013

The Greatest Challenge



Saturday, May 18th
In the pursuit of any venture, disaster strikes at least once. For me, it happened today.
I went to a sushi restaurant with friends in Georgetown. It was an all you can eat buffet and I ate far too much. Somehow I ate the excess food I’d ordered and left. My friends dropped me off at 10th Sideroad and Trafalgar road, a long way from where I usually end my run. But since I hadn’t run that day, I figured I go in a straight line from Georgetown to Guelph, a distance of only a little farther than a typical Inspire Halton day. I was inspired.
            That was until I started running. I used the washroom at Metro, perhaps a couple kilometres from my start, but was completely dead by the time I reached Christ the King, the midpoint of my run. I stopped in McDonalds, bought a drink and waited.
            I don’t know what I did but man I was in pain. I’d pulled something in my shoulders and no matter how I stretched or moved, I couldn’t fix it. Disheartened, I swear I was one decision away from making a phone call home and getting a ride back. Inspire Halton was nearly finished.
            But I promised to myself that I’d wait just a little longer. I fell asleep at my table. A couple drinks later, I felt fine.
            I left the restaurant, wondering what the time was. A large billboard answered my question: it was 12:01 am. It’d been four and half hours since my friends dropped me off and I’d gone no where.
            I headed back to Acton through Limehouse, and it was darn scary. Dark and some people were partying. I didn’t know if I’d make it back alive.
            Finally, I arrived at my house. I picked up dinner (guess what − more sushi) and continued on. The sun was beginning to rise.
            Eric, an Inspiree, was one of the people who’d dropped me off. I had to get to his house because he was meant to be taking pictures of me on Sunday. If I didn’t get there, he probably wouldn’t show up and a huge opportunity would’ve been missed.
            At 10 am, 14 ½ hours after I started (terribly time), I made it to Guelph. That was one of the closest shaves I’ve ever had. Holy cow.

Friday, 17 May 2013

Setbacks Occur



Friday, May 17th
No significant progress today, so I won’t list any.

Thursday, 16 May 2013

Friends Will Come to Your Aid



Thursday, May 16th

Kaitlyn, another Inspiree, helped run with me today. It was beautiful and sunny like yesterday. She bought me a water bottle much earlier than I would’ve picked one up which was great because I go the whole distance between Acton High and CTK without one which leaves me a bit dehydrated. We stopped in at CTK, toured the theatre and helped promote the Improvothon, which was today. 90% of the proceeds (or so) were going to Inspire Halton. Kaitlyn and I (but mainly Kaitlyn) hit up the caf and started giving out posters. Later, we took a picture with CTK’s Improv team. Kaitlyn had to get home early so she left before hand, but I stayed to speak at the Improv team’s pre-show. But there was a problem. I had hours to burn before the next show. Might as well run home, I thought. And though the run itself went well, I got home at 6:30 when I needed to  be at CTK at 6. Furthermore, I’d missed the bus I intended to take back. Thank God for Mothers.
The later show was completely fantastic. It was a blast being involved. What a fantastic group of young people. I can’t wait to be involved with CTK again in the future.

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

If You Really Want It...



Wednesday, May 15th

I started out running today like a rusted up 1907 Model T that’d been stored in a freezer chamber for fifty years. And that’s not good, in case you’re wondering. But I warmed up… so much I had to put my fleece over shirt around my waist. That’s the first time I’ve just worn a t-shirt in Inspire Halton. Once I arrived at CTK, things went well. Jennifer, Peggy (members of the Georgetown Hospital Foundation) and Harvey the Iguana showed up. It was fantastic seeing people’s faces while the hospital’s giant, green mascot shocked them. I can’t figure the people who forcefully ignored him as they tried to run away in fear of their lives.
            Running back started out fabulously. I dropped into GDHS, got my picture taken with some Inspirees and ran out into the middle of one of the busiest roads in town to rescue a recycling box. But, though the weather was beautiful, things got tough. The wind was so vicious it felt like a hand was pressing me back, like it was telling me, “if you really want to finish this run, you’re gonna have to earn it”. I did. Man, I was tired getting back. Still, more people called me out and recognised me running today than any other. Hard but worthwhile.

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

Inspire Halton: Day 4, Tuesday May 14th



We had a table at CTK today which’ll continue for the rest of the sponsored run. A couple nice people from Acton High took my picture before I started out. But, in my haste (I was running late, not pun intended) I went much too hard. Had some fun explaining the event to students and teachers at Christ the King before heading back. It felt like it was going to rain all day, though it didn’t, and the wind really picked up on the way back. In my desire to get home, I started mentally torturing myself about how far was left. Then, I felt like I was going to pull ligaments in different parts of both legs at the same time. When I got back I was sore… really sore. We’re digging in now for the tough days to come. About a quarter way through. Way proud, still scared but willing to go into that fear with courage.

Total Kilometres: 120

Day 3
Day 2
Day 1

Monday, 13 May 2013

Inspire Halton: Day 3, Monday May 13th

What a beautiful change! Michaela, an Inspiree, took the picture of me at Acton High before I left. Nice weather, great day for a run. A GDHS couple took my photo outside of CTK. Running back wasn’t too hard. Wonderful.

But then I made up yesterday’s kilometres. On a bike. I learnt how to ride a bike nine months ago so I’m still a bit shaky. I actually think I could’ve run it easier than I could’ve biked it, even after running the full thirty kilometres before hand. And that says something.

I made CTK alright. A bit exhausted. But it’s all down hill from Acton to Georgetown, and it’s all uphill for the return journey. Coming back, holy cow… and going through Limehouse didn’t help. My legs and hands were shaking so much from fatigue I nearly capsized. I was riding at a walking pace back in Acton. It was brutal.

But, on the plus side, that’s probably the most kilometres per amount of time I’ve ever done: 60 km’s in 7 hours, including breaks. It worked out well, but I don’t plan on doing it again during the event.

TOTAL KILOMETRES: 90
Day 2
Day 1

Sunday, 12 May 2013

Inspire Halton: Day 2, Sunday May 12th



Talk about the weather deteriorating. Because of safety concerns, I’ll make up the kilometres tomorrow. What a Mother’s Day.

TOTAL KILOMETRES: 30
Day 1

Saturday, 11 May 2013

Just in case you were wondering...



Just in case you were wondering what certain terms in the post you were reading meant, here's a brief glossary of the places journeyed to and passed by during the Inspire Halton run.

CTK = Christ the King Secondary School
GDHS = Georgetown District High school
ADHS = Acton District High school
Acton = the smaller end of town
Highway 7 = our route. There’s ten kilometres between the two ends of town (Acton and Georgetown).
Georgetown = the larger end of town
Limehouse = a hamlet between Acton and Georgetown
Inspire Halton = a team, event and mindset.
Inspiree = a member of the Inspire Halton team but also anyone who helps it out.

Inspire Halton: Day 1, Saturday May 11th



A bit chillier than I thought it’d be. It took me a little while taking a picture of my foot to signify “the first step”. I was a bit sore at first but I loosened up after a bit. It was a nice day. I passed a fella walking on the side of seven. We got talking. Interesting chap. Had the whole, “went out west and made a fortune story”. We exchanged contact info. He’s the first fella to run with me in Inspire Halton. He kept making fun of me for being afraid of bears because he was from Northern Ontario and said they were harmless. Great guy. Then, I stopped by the Blue Fins’, a local swim team’s, charity event at CTK. They took a picture of me and wished me luck. A very nice lady also gave me a batch of cookies she made. Surprisingly, they still looked good after running 15km with them in hand. My legs are a bit stiff but things went well. Great start.

TOTAL KILOMETRES: 30

Friday, 3 May 2013

Not If, But How



 

Helloo0O Ladies and Gentlemen!

Welcome back to the Inspire Halton Update feed, where we send you awesome stories to help you and those you love. Today, we're going to talk about initiative.

This year, with all the teacher’s union/government struggles in Ontario, all extra-curriculars were shut down in public schools. Oftentimes, annual events like Holiday Concerts were scrapped in the collateral damage.

It happened at my alma matre, Acton High school, when their play, amongst other things, was shut down. It was made worse because their drama teacher of a decade had been diagnosed with cancer months previous and wasn't on hand to argue the verdict. Also, the long term supply brought in to cover her was only meant to be around for one semester at first when the play takes two semesters to produce so she couldn’t help much.

No extracurriculars, no teacher, no play.

Well, that's what outsiders had in mind. But the students thought something different. There was some talk about what the play would be. Sherlock, a rendition of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes, was eventually chosen (thankfully − it’s a lot easier to clothe and build sets for Sherlock than Dracula, another play choice). Damian Ewing, the Grade 12 Acton student playing lead in this year’s production, tells how the drama kids were committed, even “zealous”, in their pursuit of making the play a reality: “There was no question. It wasn’t if, just how. How are we going to do this play?” The school had to get the rights to the script, but after then it all fell to the students. Damian tells how “everyone wanted to do their best and step up”. He even originally offered to direct. But Megan Parr, another grade 12 student with past experience as a stage-manager, took that role. “One person was going to do that − there was going to be no arguing. [She’d] do a good job and [we’d] push forward like in previous times” says Damian.

Meghan; Aidan Hammond, a graduate and current Creative Director for The Failed Magician's League; the current long-term supply drama teacher and a past director all sat in on auditions. “It was all official, not amateur. All completely professional. We had high hopes”.

When the teacher’s union/government job actions ended the past month or so, five months (essentially a full school semester) after when they started, the play was on schedule. It’ll still be put on in the same month it would've been had things gone the same as in past years. Though teachers are on board again now, it wouldn’t have been possible to produce the play in as organized and sensible a manner as it’s been without the student's initiative.

“It’s on May 1st, 2nd and 3rd so the 4th can still be with you,” says Damian, chuckling at his catch phrase.

Many times people push off responsibilities, not wanting to do the work necessary to achieve great results. Without Megan and the crew's initiative, there's the chance that the play might not have gone on this year. It certainly would've been much more rushed and less polished.

To see the things you want done well in the world, it's up to you to put the effort behind them to get them that way. Sure, it'd be more fair if associates would pull their load, if they didn't blame others and hurt their plan in the same breath. But life is far from fair and people sometimes never do the logical thing. We are emotional beings, too, and sometimes it's easier to play into a mood of laziness and comfort in the present than one of uncertainty in the future.

But to do the heavy lifting, to get the real results, you've gotta be like Megan and Damian – you've gotta have initiative and be strong in your convictions to improve the world. Then, and only then, will you really shake the bells in your favour.

The last night of the play is tonight. Acton High school, tickets $10. Doors open at 6:30pm.

Can’t wait to see you there.

Alex H.

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Saturday, 27 April 2013

How Much Are YOU Willing to Pay?



 

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Welcome back to the Inspire Halton Update feed, where we give you stories to improve your life and the lives of those around you. Today we're going to talk about the cost of progress.

Since today is the 200th anniversary of the Battle of York, when American soldiers captured the capital of Upper Canada during the War of 1812, we’re going to dedicate this post to that conflict and those who participated in it, American, British, Canadian and Native.

Canada today is known for the peaceful, accepting attitude we seek to show. But 200 years ago, we were in a struggle with the United States. Though outnumbered, we, with our past British government, fought hard. In a struggle that lasted about 2 ½ years, we survived. Despite the burning of both the capital of Upper Canada at the time (York, now Toronto – still provincial capital) and the past capital (Niagara on the Lake), we burnt Washington and the White House. It was a hard fought contest with an estimated 19,900 casualties on both sides.

But the cost, however high, however tough, however unlikely our survival, panned out. The War of 1812 was the last time we were ever officially at war with the United States. Since that time, we've often been allies, or at least strong trading partners (though we still traded then, we were also looked at by some more aggressive Americans as future territory for the U.S to annex).

All things have a cost. Sometimes we're not aware of what it is, sometimes it's little, and sometimes it's a lot. These days, though we've been often blessed with peace at home we still deal with economic difficulties, with one of the highest recorded divorce rates in history, with poverty. We're bombarded by this and charities to help these causes which seem to come our way everyday and are all so important yet, we often let this one and that one down out of necessity. There's just too much to give to.

But, a price is a price – if it exists, it is a void. Once it is paid in full, it's done. The price paid by the soldiers in the War of 1812 has bought us 200 years of peace, to date, and hopefully serenity every lasting between the U.S. and Canada.

You, too, have prices to pay for what is dearest to you. All diseases have prices to be paid to be defeated. It costs now, perhaps more than you're willing. But the price given, however unappealing, determines the future.

Canada would not exist the way it does today without the bravery of our forefathers.

Recognise the price and pay it when you want to change something in the future, ignore it if it's not important to you or those you love. Your decision is one of the most accurate predictors of the future.

Alex H.

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Monday, 22 April 2013

The Most Important Thing a Teacher Ever Told Me (And Why You Should Hear it)




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Welcome to the Inspire Halton Update feed, where we send you stories that improve your life and the lives of those you love.

For about 4 ½ months I was in a Kindergarten classroom as a co-op student. In that time, I'd assist the teacher with various tasks to gain job experience and hours towards completing a school course.

During that period, I, for one week, visited other classroom grades throughout the school. In one of the older grades, I helped walk lunch duty with the teacher I was tagged along with.

It was an indoor recess and, though students were confined to their classrooms unless they had a 'hall-pass', many individuals seemed to be walking the corridors.

The teacher would stop them, chat (she knew many of them by name) and ask them to politely return to their classroom if they weren't meant to be out of it. Even though they were blatantly breaking a school rule, she rarely gave them a huge speech or any severe punishment.

After a while, as if to explain her reasoning, she said, “You've gotta pick your battles”, quoting some anonymous philosopher (Richard Carlson, Phd., of Don't Sweat the Small Stuff fame said something to the same effect, but I think the idea goes back a long time before him).

In this world, in this life, we have only so much time. It's the only limited resource – trees can be replanted, water filtered, money earned, but time is constantly flowing away, never to return to the owner.

Only so many things are important to your success and those you love. Only so many arguments, so many books, so many dates, so many letters. Sure, some things we can deal with quickly and move on. But we, in our capacity, have only so many big fights we can take on. And we, in life and death, are remembered for what those are and how we deal with them.

Set priorities, remember what you stand for and what's important for you. Unless it's essential to your life purpose, let it go.

No one wants to miss their calling because they were too focused sifting through the laundry.

Alex H.

 

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Sunday, 21 April 2013

Personality Pays More than Size


 


Warren Buffet told a story at a University of Georgia (UGA) lecture about a company he bought out from Rose Blumkin − the Nebraska Furniture Mart, still the largest home furnishing store in North America. The woman came to America from Russia. Not knowing the language, she learned to speak English as her child, Francis, did.

She got her siblings and family also to the U.S. 17 years after she arrived, she bought $2000 worth of carpet with $500 equity − all the money she had. She took the bed, sofa and fridge out of her home to pay the $1500 she owed on time.

It was the last time she went in debt.

She put everyone out of business. Even when failing competition sued her, she won the case by asking the judge how much he’d like her to rob her customers. The judge bought carpet from her the next day.

She sold her business to Warren Buffet and, his company, Berkshire Hathaway at 89, worked till 103 and died at 104.

The most amazing part − she couldn’t read or write English.
                                                                                                                     
Some people are exceptional. Paraphrasing Warren Buffet from later on in his question and answer session, some industries require scale, but in most a person like Mrs. B., as people called Rose, can revolutionize an industry.

The point? Be the next Rose Blumkin. She didn’t know everything but she knew her industry − carpets − and she had great personality and drive. We all have the ability to learn and work on our skills in any area. It’s ultimately our decision to exploit those skills, work on ourselves and then put that improved self into action that makes us unique, giving us an edge. And that edge can not only change an industry and make a fortune, it can provide the ultimate reward − satisfaction and pride in one’s life.

Thanks for reading and talk to you soon!

Alex H.


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Saturday, 20 April 2013

You Get to Pick




Hello Ladies and Gentlemen and welcome to the Inspire Halton Update feed, working you to greater feats for yourself and those you love.

There’s a famous Native American legend regarding two dogs.

One of them is good and one is evil.

The good one is the one who accomplishes things, who makes others smile and laugh, who earns you a meaningful life. These tend to be harder things for us to consistently do.

The other helps you procrastinate, complain and say mean things. These tend to be easy traps for us to fall into.

Each day, these two dogs fight. The battle is fierce, each one vying for superiority.

Know who wins?

That’s right − the one you choose to.

Each day, we wrestle with the worst and best within ourselves. And it can be tough to let the good win out - to forgive, to continually do good work. If it were easy, we’d all be saints.

But it’s easy to eat a cookie − or three − and seek revenge for that slip-up at work last year.

We must make the choice between what is easy and what is right, what will benefit us in the long run and what is nice to do now.

The dog’s battle rages everyday from the second you wake up to the moment you go to bed. Only you know the outcome because only you can control it.

Choose wisely which side you pick.

Alex H.

 

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Friday, 19 April 2013

Programmed to Hurt Ourselves



 

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Welcome back to the Inspire Halton update feed, sending you stories to improve your life and the lives of those you love. Today, we’re declaring war on stereotypes, realizing we’ve been programmed to hurt ourselves.

The other day, I was sitting in the Georgetown Marketplace, the local mall, in one of those comfy leather chairs they have there. I’d just finished hanging out with a friend but, though it’d been fun, I was a bit down. Maybe it’d been a rough week, maybe I was just sad the amusement, for the moment, was over. So, I sat down to write some poetry.

I was about half way through my piece when I noticed a kid sitting in the chair opposite me. He looked like a corpse dressed for school but was by himself, quiet and looked very tired so I didn’t mind. There’d been more kids, maybe young high schoolers or middle schoolers around before, but they were gone − thankfully. You know what they say about teens − loud, noisy, uncaring and rude. Troubles makers.

Or not so thankfully. A verse or two on, a bunch of other kids showed up − friends of the sleepy one.

Darn.

They started talking, joking around a bit. Not too bad. Then, predictably, the mall security guard came by and warned them about sitting on the arms of the chairs (and sitting on the floor, and making a mess).

Great help for the budding writer sitting across the carpet.

But then something happened that surprised me. One kid had a case of Canada Dry ginger ale. While splitting it with his friends, he mistakenly referred to me as one of them. We both smiled when he realised his mistake. And then, out of the lining of his soul, he offered me a can.

For a guy in the state I was in, it couldn’t have been better timed.

Too often people fall into the trap of placing stereotypes on themselves and others. They, based on what a largely ignorant majority think, say something is a certain way. They argue that if most people think something, then it must run that course because why else would most people be thinking that? Of course, that argument stands up like a tower of toothpicks on a windy day. Ignorant people can educate the ignorant with ignorance, creating a commonly held opinion or perception. Now, don’t get me wrong − there are times when the majority is right. But if you’ve studied oil paints for ten years and someone who just started using them tells you what “everyone else” thinks, you might want to take their advice lightly.

People who look on teenagers and other age groups a certain way, especially when they aren’t part of that age group, are making judgements based on nothing. And all that does is limit your views on the good in humanity and your own capabilities with people. We’ve been programmed over life to hurt ourselves by harshly criticizing those who might’ve been friends and allies had we a more open mind. Studying a person and forming an opinion on them is one thing. Stereotyping people on rumours is another. Looking at those kids before our encounter in the marketplace, I would’ve expected the worst of them. If I wanted someone to do a job, I probably wouldn’t have employed them. To ask advice or help? Heaven no!

But now, I’m not so sure. I don’t know everything about them. But I do know they have generosity and care for others in their heart because of their actions.

And I’ll take that as measure of a person over any made-up story.

Alex H.

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Thursday, 18 April 2013

Feeling Unappreciated?





Feeling unrecognised? Too often we put in a lot of work at home, school or our job only to find others discounting it. And man, that makes you feel bad.

But perhaps today’s story will give you the heart to keep trying despite it all.

According to General Sir Ian Hamilton, a commander of British forces during the Second Boer War of 1899-1902, Winston Churchill in his youth deserved a gallantry medal as much as anyone else, never failing to display bravery. Climbing a ridge on Diamond Hill, Churchill helped Hamilton win a tactical victory preventing the Boer’s from recapturing Pretoria, still one of South Africa’s three capitals alongside Capetown and Bloemfontein. But Churchill’d made enemies. Furthermore, he was in the war as a member of the press and so received nothing.

Yet, he still did become First Lord of the Admiralty at age 37, a position generally given to older men and historically one of Britain’s highest posts until the 1960’s. And even then, when all his hard work was discounted after the failure of the Battle of Gallipoli, proposed by him, against the Turks during the Great War, he became Prime Minister during World War II.

And even then, when he was booted out of office following the end of the conflict because he wasn’t considered “a good peace time prime minister”, he still got back in during the 1950’s, celebrating his 80th birthday in the commons.

Sometimes we don’t receive the recognition we deserve, but our part is to keep trucking along, not become disheartened. It’s easy to be put off course, to think that since no one appreciates our efforts now that it’ll always be that way.

Through Churchill’s example, we see a man only successful because of his own determination. We must follow suite. Only then can succeed in the long run. Only then are we led to truly inspiring achievements. Only then can we consistently use our life to better the world and make history.

Alex H.

  
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