Hurricane Idalia hit Florida early this morning. Lost power for a spell, then around 10 AM, as I was walking our dog, Rambo, during a brief respite from the rains, I saw a heron standing inside a pond, balancing on one foot, looking straight ahead without a worry in the world.
To the right of the crane was a swan, standing on the bank, looking around in between bites of food, without a single concern.
Almost makes you want to be a crane, or a swan, or some other unaffected creature. Not permanently. Just when the rain starts to blend into the fan.
And this thought funneled me back in time… to August of 2005, when I was supposed to have the Furey Method Seminar in Tampa, Florida, at the Airport Marriott Hotel.
Based on the tee-vee weather mongers, I wasn’t going to have a seminar.
Because Hurricane Wilma was coming, and she was going to strike Tampa… HARD. That was the rock-solid prediction on the schnews.
The day before the event, I was concerned that NO ONE was going to show up. Then I learned that some people had already arrived at the hotel… and then some more… and some others.
Crazy as it sounds, I decided that if I could at least get the first evening in, that would be good enough for the time being. And if we were forced to evacuate, we would hold the remained of the event some other time.
On the first evening of the event, I didn’t know what to expect when the doors opened and I took the stage. I figured that 30-50% of the attendees would be there because the predictions were DIE-RE.
But when I was greeted by a full-house, I was STUNNED, and frankly, still am.
Just so you know, around 10 percent of the people who enroll in a seminar will not show up, regardless of how much they paid to be there. Whether you are charging $3.00 or $30,000.00, you can bank on some people not going, and they usually won’t even contact you to let you know. This means, that to have EVERYONE in the room as my seminar began, when the media was convincing the rest of the world that Wilma was going to give Tampa a whooping, was astonishing.
As an aside, on day two, one of the attendees, a pick-up-chicks expert, entered the room about 20 minutes after I had already begun. As he strode toward his seat, I exclaimed, “How was she?”
His immediate retort, “She was awesome. Her name is Wilma and she cumming to blow us all.”
Well, it now appears that Idalia is heading elsewhere to blow some people. Hope she/he/her/him/it/they calms down soon.
In the interim, when the next storm comes, I’ll keep that heron I saw this morning in mind. Standing still… without a worry in the whirld.
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