Who would have thought that time would fly so fast? Everyone has, apparently, as the statement is such a cliche. As mundane as it may sound, I'm amazed at how, exactly three years ago, I knew very little (to almost nothing) about the organization that I lead today.AJ, my partner-in-all-GMG-related-crimes and Executive Vice President, cleaned out the officers' inboxes last week to make way for new files for the new set of Executive Board and Pool Heads. He found a letter addressed to me in one of the inboxes (the VP-Human Resource, Training, and Logistics's, most probably.) Much to my surprise, to have been thinking that GMG didn't give out letters of acceptance/non-acceptance during my time, it was indeed my letter of the result of my application into the Coverage Pool of the said organization; my acceptance letter.
I was looking for old academic readings this morning when I found the recently torn envelope containing a letter of good news dated exactly three years ago: June 15, 2007.
Yesterday, I had been complaining about a lot of things. One of those was the responsibility I held with GMG. I feel a bit guilty now because I wouldn't have realized how lucky and great I should have felt if not for this letter popping out of nowhere. It must have been a sign; a sign that should constantly remind me that whatever I get into, I wanted it; whatever happens, I am primarily (if not solely) liable; and whatever negative vibes I feel, there's always a positive end-result lingering nearby.
