Life is a Rollercoaster

I remember as a young kid I would revel at any opportunity to ride a rollercoaster.

My parents, who are Italian immigrants would sometimes “Italianize” english words ,so I knew it as a ‘rolli-coaster’. No rolli-coaster was too high or too fast for me. The higher and the steeper… the better. I loved the jagged twists and turns on the rickety rails. Strangely, I found great enjoyment of the sinking feeling as you drop 50 feet and your stomach plummets to your socks, like an elevator out of control.  The anticipation of  ‘what’s next ‘on the ride was intoxicating. Like many, I would spring my hands up in the air and screamed with delight, surrendering to the fact that I was a temporary prisoner, strapped in, and trustingly let the ride take me to my final destination.

I now wonder as times passes and life had imitated the ups and downs, zigs and zags, and the free falling moments of a rollercoaster ride, why is it that for some people like me, it creates nausea instead of nirvana? Why do we instead of going with the flow of the ride,  have the white knuckle grip on the bar, clench our teeth, close our eyes and wish the ride to be over?

Maybe there really is something to the expression:  it is about the ride, not the destination.

Will you join me in releasing the bar, throwing your arms up and trust that the Operator of the Rolli-coaster of Life has a Divine plan for us?

 

By Carla Segato

Bless You…Indeed!

Recently I was a part of a convention which I organized for a Network Marketing company. The event was held in Houston, but there were independent distributors from Jamaica, Peru, Germany and all parts of the United States and Canada. It was a wonderful diverse group of people. 

Each day you would hear the rich murmur of many languages being spoken, along with great laughter. Isn’t it interesting, that laughter sounds the same despite what language you speak? You don’t need to take a Rosetta Stone’s audio course to learn laughter in Japanese, Thai, Tagalog or Greek.  Laughter is universal, like the language of love. No passport required.

A very interesting occurrence happened to me while at the convention.  After one of my let’s say ‘motivational’ presentations I gave to the group, afterwards many distributors  told me that they felt my speech  to them was a “blessing “from above. It was three days of being told that I was blessed, and they were blessed and I became overwhelmed with all this blessing. I started to feel uncomfortable with the responsibility that came with the blessing.

 I started to wonder….Was I worth the blessing? I mean, who was I to deserve all this blessing?  I finally had the courage on the last day to ask one of the women who appeared to bless me with a capital B, so what does it mean exactly?  She said, “Carla, you cannot be a recipient of a gift of a blessing unless you are giver of good things including blessings to others.  Wow, I got it.

Whoever you are reading this, considered yourself Blessed, with a capital B.

By Carla Segato