Almost thrown into a foreign jail
Almost thrown into a foreign jail
A True Story.
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I’d like you to meet Becky.
Before working together, Becky wasn’t just unhappy.
She was suicidal.
She couldn’t find joy in life, her work, or in her deepest relationships with her partner and children.
Through our work together over three short months, she:
Discovered clarity on what was most important to her in life
Developed beautiful rituals to keep her grounded and present
Gained back so much time and energy
Went from crying tears of pain to crying tears of joy daily
I LOVE helping huge-hearted humans like Becky love their lives! And now, after several years of development, I am so excited to launch a new program that will allow so many more clients to experience a metamorphosis in their life, just as dramatic and beautiful as the one you just read about.
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“Almost thrown into a foreign jail” (A True Story)
It’s about halfway through 2013, and Alisa and I are living the luxurious life in Western Australia.
To be clear, “luxurious” means that we have a bedroom and running water. And after spending 28 showerless days road-tripping through southwestern Australia, this was a welcome break.
We both quickly got jobs, and I found two bartending gigs in Fremantle, or “Freo” as the locals call it. The only problem was the commute; thirty minutes of highway driving.
But it was only for a few months, so no big deal. Right?
But one night, toward the end of our stay, I’m driving home after a shift at the brewpub. As quickly as I realized what was happening, it was too late…
Three lanes funnel into two. Then two lanes become one. Finally, a short lineup of cars forms.
I see a few cop cars, a bus in the distance on the right shoulder, and one police officer administering breathalyzer tests to the drivers in front of me.
Normally, I’d have nothing to worry about.
But tonight, however, I backtrack fifteen minutes and see myself finishing my second shift drink…my second middy of "The Chief”, the finest IPA we had on tap. That meant I had consumed a total of twenty ounces at 6.8% ABV.
It’s my turn. My heart is racing, but I lower the window of our trusty Mitsubishi Pajero; a vehicle that not only transports us but serves as our home on so many nights of this Australian adventure.
I say a prayer and blow.
As we’re waiting for the results, she reminds me that the limit for drunk driving is 0.05 BAC in Australia.
We both see the number appear together…
0.049.
I sigh deeply in relief. Wow.
But this isn’t over yet.
“Where are you coming from?” She asks cautiously as her flashlight blinds my eyes.
“I bartend in Freo. I just had my shift drink and I’m just heading home.”
Stone-faced, she remarks, “You’re really close to losing that vehicle and getting a ride on our bus over there to prison. How much farther do you have to drive?”
“Just a few miles” I reply, despite having a solid twenty minutes remaining.
“Have a great night and drive safe." She says as she hands me back my license.
Shaking, I drive safely home and feel appreciation the whole way.
I also make a vow.
The vow is not to never enjoy a shift drink (or two) again. Instead, I vow to never again bartend somewhere where I’d have to commute by car. I am a free person, and that means that I am free to work wherever the hell I want.
In essence, I have the ability to live free, but if I don’t, I could lose those freedoms.
Now that’s a lesson worth learning, and thankfully, I didn’t have to learn it the hard way.
I’m currently focusing my energy on coaching and sharing messages like these in workshops, at conferences, and in front of audiences who desire to live with more peace and less stress. If you’re interested in working together, book a call …let’s see if it’s a great fit!
Mike’s quote of the week:
“We may grow older, but we never have to grow up.” (from Rocky’s Eulogy)
What I’m pondering:
Can feelings feel as real as “reality”? As an example, when I feel Rocky’s kisses now that he has “passed”, could he actually be kissing me still, somehow?
Things I’ve shared recently:
Would you watch the movie of your life?
What do dogs think of our phones? [A Poem]
Prophetic words and more wisdom from Rocky
If your dog has a great life…so do you
Moscato for Rocky: The day our dog got drunk (a true story)
Do you find value in these stories? Consider forwarding this email to friends, family, and coworkers…I truly appreciate you!
Enjoy the journey,
Mike