Be like a postage stamp. Stick to one thing until you get there. -Josh Billings
Even when they tell you that you’re wrong and that you will never get to where you want to go. 🙂 Sometimes it takes a baseball bat and other times it just takes not giving up. In my case it was more fear that caused me to hold on rather than any other emotion, but it was good enough.
Trust me, when looking down the barrel of a thousand dollar threat you really don’t stop to consider you might get nailed. You wade in with stubborn fear and hold on tight to the shield they are trying to rip away from you. And in the end you push past the first line of ‘No’s and move into their scared ground of policy decisions. Not the place to let fear rule.
So you let fear fade into the background and let your conviction come forth. You of course have that sword you’ve been carrying around. Now you get to use it…just not in the way you would have thought. This sword wasn’t intended to chop hands and heads off. This sword was meant to hold off time just long enough for you to deliver the package of letters and official documents you’ve been hauling across the battle field.
Its weight alone is enough to cause those policy makers to pause their work and look a little more closely at the issue you want resolved. They tell you to go away while they look into the matter more closely. You smile and leave knowing that you did not give them all the information you have learned in your time within their domain.
On your way out the back door (gods know the front door is useless now) you snag a few more materials that will aid you should they try to wiggle out again to cause more harm. Policies that are in blatant opposition to the laws of the land yet are still the guidelines they use.
You pause at the door and look back at them. Dark scowls and furrowed brows are all you see. They have taken a major hit and they know it. They will have to swallow pride and dollars just to ensure you do not bring their darkness to light.
Conviction and fear give way to laughter. You don’t care that they can hear it through out the compound. You know and they know you’ve won. They can only glare at you and tell you that you are going to hell.
I’m just waiting on the final paperwork from the Giant itself, but it looks like I have won. 🙂 The final paperwork should be in my hands by next week. And then I can celebrate in style. 😀