
A few days ago, I attended a business meeting with my boss at Sheraton hotel. There was not much to the meeting except for welcoming the CEO of an Austrailian company who was coming for a week to hold seminars across the country on the product his company was marketing. Soon after we had held the welcome ceremony, we set out for the office. I got in my boss’s car to drive while he sat on the passenger’s side. We also had a few of our friends and colleagues who had come for the welcome ceremony sitted behind in the car. As soon as I started the engine, an annoying sound started from the controls inside the car.
The indication light read “Parking brakes disengaged” or something like that. I tried to touch all the buttons I could to no avail. The inside of the car was like an airplane’s cockpit so there were many controls to fiddle with. My boss who owns the car tried as well to set things right but he couldn’t. We decided to keep on going anyway, since we weren’t far from the office. We hoped that one way or another, it would stop or when we got to the office, some techie would come and fix it.
As we travelled towards the office, my boss called the driver who had driven us to the hotel. He had dropped the keys and left because he was feeling ill. My boss asked him what he had done to the car and why it was screaming at us continually. The driver then told him on the phone that he didn’t touch anything. Apparently, the brake lining of the car had issues prior to then and it had been taken out pending when a replacement for it would be purchased. In taking out the brake lining, the sensor for the parking brakes had been removed; the brain box of the vehicle not seeing the sensor where it should be was now giving alarming signals indicating that the parking brakes were faulty.
So my boss was actually trying to find out if he had fiddled with something in that arena. Anyway, when it didn’t seem as if he had touched anything relating to the brakes, my boss asked him what we should do now. “Switch off the engine and switch it on again, and when you switch it on, don’t touch the park brake release lever”. he advised. My boss passed on the message to me. I trafficated and stopped the car and switched it off and on again. I avoided the brakes despite the fact that the noise came up again and after a few seconds it stopped and the indicator light went dead as well.
I laughed at myself and said out loud. When ever you have a problem that you don’t have an understanding of, just stop, go back to the beginning and try and trace the source. That is why I titled this post “Press Enter”. While typing on the keyboard, to return to the beginning of the line, you can press the “Enter” key otherwise called the “Return” key. Many times in life, if only we returned to the beginning when we get hooked on the journey to fulfillment or destiny, we would be able to instantly solve the problems we are facing.
Questions like “why am I alive?”, “why was I created?”, “why did I marry her?” “why did I pick up this job?”, “how did I get here?” and others relating to the afore mentioned questions point you in the direction of the beginning or the source. There’s a yoruba proverb that translates literally as “If you don’t know where you are going, ensure you know where you are coming from”. Wherever you are stuck right now regardless of the situation, please “Press Enter” and go back to the beginning. You may just discover where things went wrong.
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Busee,
that was an eyeopener,i’ve similiar experience
and all efforts were to no avail.nyc job there.
thanks….you never know what you save by going back to the beginning
sincere talk bro!
nothing can be changed until it is faced, but not all that is faced can be changed. but do your best when you’re down remembering that you’re not out!
cheers!