Failure and success, two totally different words but how do you interpret them? Some people think they’ve failed because financial goals haven’t been reached, others judge success by monetary or material means. Me? I see success as small goals reached, by the amount of response from others positive or negative, because at least someone’s been listening, right? I never judge or assume failure in anyone because I assume they’ve all tried their best and will carry on trying until they feel they’ve achieved. I feel whoever the person, whatever they do, if they’re happy in their own skin and can sleep at night then they have a right to feel they’ve succeeded.
One thing I’ve learned about people over the last sixty years is we’re all different. Some can address all the problems and challenges thrown at them by life, I’m one of those, or so I’m told. Others need to be reassured at every turn and twist.
I’m fortunate, I believe, I’ve succeeded in along with my late wife, Julie, in raising a family who all care for one another and are considerate to their fellow humans. I’ve succeeded in getting this far in life without making too many enemies, life’s too short for that! Oh, there are a few who would disagree but on the whole I’ve lived my life as a good man. I succeeded in my marriage by standing by my lovely wife who I’d been married to for thirty five years before the cancer snatched her away at fifty seven.
During one of the final conversations we had a couple of days before she died Julie told me “Kev, you’ve been a wonderful father and a lovely husband my darling”. I replied. “Well sweetie, I figured you did the richer for poorer bit so I did the in sickness and health” then “Look I know you’re struggling sweet, don’t hang around here for me” Julie replied, the brave lady she was. “My darling you’re going to have to tell me to go”. That’s exactly what happened two days later when Julie was struggling to stay with us, I looked at my three children and told them, “you need to tell your mum it’s o.k. to leave”. More or less as one they gently said. “Don’t worry Mum, we’ll look after Dad”. Julie took a final breath and gasped “I love you all”, then she was gone.
Going through that I wasn’t quite so sad, but I felt proud of Julie and pride in our children. So any time you feel you’re failing, read these humble words I’ve shared, look life in the eye and it will show you the way but never be afraid and see everything you do as a success…..
By the way, if you think there’s a couple of people missing from the photo above, Si was at work and Freddie wasn’t yet born. xxx
Thanks for reading 🙂