As I was walking just before dusk today I walked by an old man with a wooden cane and his driver walking slowly looking at the sun setting in the horizon. To the naked eye an normal sight, to me a slow film that took place in the blink of an eye.
You see this old man was a young boy once, born on the western coast of Jeddah, an ancient city, a port, a business center for all the pilgrims who come in millions to this country every year for pilgrimage.
He was just another son to his family, he was loved, he was brought up right, he went to school like all the others, he decided at his early age he wanted to seek the treasures of the sea for a living, he became one of the fishermen in a blink of an eye.
He worked his way from the filthy fish smelling docks to the fresh aired little fishing boats that set out at the break of dawn daily to see what they can catch and feed their families back on land.
He loved it so much, he gambled with his life many times, but with each risk he took, the rewards were merrier. He soon owned his fishing boat, hired a helper, and set sail daily, when he came back, he had whatever the sea gave him for sale for a few riyals.
He soon owned another boat, and another and then some more. His secret was honesty, honesty amongst traders was key, I wish it was still the case today. He had his little fish shop that sold his daily catch, he also added some flair to his business and started cooking fish dishes for people on shore and shoppers alike, a hit amongst the crowd, his secret recipe: His wife was the cook, Jeddah woman are great at preparing fish dishes.
The years flew by, the changes happened so fast, the children grew older, diversified his wealth into better investments, they bought land and more land, they grew rich as time went by, the father who was once a young boy, admired his children for their support, and loved his wife for her never ending belief and sleepless nights when he was gone.
“ We did good my love, we did good” he once told his wife at the marriage of their last bachelor son. He misses his wife, its been 10 years now she’s been gone, he wonders when his time will come? he prays its in his sleep, so he won’t see his children suffer for his suffering on his dying bed.
The years seem to have flown by like those passing clouds on this breezy day at the beach he thinks to himself. Last thing I remember was starting my job at the docks, now here I am 60 years later, all grown and old, barely moving with a driver on my side to help me around.
The days are numbered, the time will never reactivate and start from zero, your hours are counting to do something, don’t let the silly things bog you down from exploring your body and world while young and able, what you can do is everything and anything, the sky actually is not your limit if you wanted to!
As I walk on by this man, that story actually took place in my mind, my pace was faster, my dreams expanded, the full force of energy levels rose to new heights, the possibilities are endless, the days are numbered, and I want to make the best of them, and I hope you too take a new look every day at what’s important and just GO FOR IT!
mamdooh.alradadi @ home wondering what’s next? in Jeddah, the city by the sea on the 27th of August 2010
me@mamdoohalradadi.com
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