You Have to Want it As Bad As You Want Oxygen
There are two brothers walking on the beach just talking. The younger was in his early 20’s and the older was in his early 30’s. The younger brother, intrigued by the older brother’s success in life, asks, “How did you become so successful?”
“Well,” the older brother replies, “I can show you if you want but you have to do exactly as I say.”
The younger brother agrees. “OK, walk out into the water” he is told. The younger brother takes his shoes off and steps into the water; the waves washed over his feet and flowed past his ankles. He then looks up at his brother, who has followed him in, as if to ask, “now what?”
“Further out,” the older brother instructs. Somewhat confused as to what this had to do with his initial question, the younger brother walks further out into the ocean until the water was now at his knees. The older brother does the same. Again the younger brother looks at his brother for approval.
“Keep going.” The younger brother hesitates but complies. This time, he walks until the water is at his chest.
“Keep going,” the older brother says again while pointing further out. The younger brother takes a few more steps and the water is now just below his chin! The older brother stands next to him (though, he is much taller) and asks, “So you want to know how I have become so successful in life?”
The younger brother nods yes.
“OK then,” the older brother replies before quickly pushing his younger brother’s head under the water. The younger brother starts flailing in panic but the older brother, who is much bigger and stronger, holds him under for about ten seconds before letting him up to gasp for air.
“What the hell?!” the younger brother choked.
“If you want to be successful in life then whatever it is that you want, whatever you are trying to achieve, you have to want as bad as you wanted a breath of oxygen while you were under water. If you fight for your goals as hard as you fought for air just now, you will be successful like me.”
Before I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis one of my best friends and I were both aspiring fictional writers but we often had issues with motivation as many undisciplined writers do. I am not sure where he heard this but he told me this story in his own words and it has always stuck with me. Now that I have MS and am constantly faced with new struggles in life, this story has a somewhat different meaning to me. Not only does it still apply to my desires of becoming successful in a career or a hobby but also it now applies to my health.
MS takes things away from us; many of the things that I used to do in life, that made me ME, I am no longer able to do. I had no problem letting certain things go, I am ok knowing that I will probably never ride a motorcycle again but when I was stuck in a wheelchair in 2012 and told by my (at the time) quack of a neurologist that I probably would not walk unassisted ever again because “this is the course of the disease,” I thought of this story. I was not willing to accept her prognosis, I wanted to walk, I wanted to walk on my own and even though I had no idea how I would achieve this at the time, I thought, “if I want it as bad as someone who is drowning wants air, I will find a way”.
It took a lot of hard work. I practiced getting out of my wheelchair and walking every day at home; first with a walker and then with a cane. I did all the exercises I could remember from the inpatient physical therapy hospital I had spent 6 weeks in. All I could think about was walking on my own and proving my “MS specialist” wrong and you know what? About 1 year later I was in Ireland walking around Dublin about 6 miles a day on my own two feet, not even a cane. So though I still have my issues with motivation, especially when I am so fatigued, in pain and fogged up in the brain, I always think of this story to try to get me up and moving. I know what it is I want so really? It’s just a matter of how bad I want it.
“You have to want it as bad as you wanted a breath of oxygen while you were under water.”
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