Whatever our uncertainties are, I beleive we need to be positive.
There are some who look, and keep looking all their lives to figure life out. But life is simple and like they say, “it’s life.” You eat you sleep, you’re hot you laugh. You’re afraid, you cry, you’re cold, you live. That’s life.
Well that’s life, yes, but…That’s the life everyone has to know if one day they want to acces the real life. The one I have discovered. That’s why I’m happy that you’s all reading this because I tell myself that maybe I can let you take advantage of my own experience. I only hope that you are not like the majority of people who read me. They read me but they don’t understand me.
Before I go further, I’d like to introduce myself. I am Roger La Lumiere. And if I am what I am it’s because I am not anymore. No, I am not anymore. Before I was. And since I am not, not only I became what I am but since I am not, I also became an example to follow. It’s true, it happenned to me just like that.
One of the first remarkable thing that I’ve remarked in the world is that there is misery. There are poor people, there are unhappy people, there are unlucky people, there are people who complain. But what I’ve noticed is extraordinary, is that the people who complain are unlucky. That isn’t my biggest discovery. My biggest discovery is people who complain are unlucky, yes, but what I’ve discovered that is extraordinary is that people don’t complain because they are unlucky. My biggest discovery is that people are unlucky because they complain.
That’s why there are some people who never complain but yet would have good reasons to do so while some people continuously complain for no reason.
To make sure that you grasp this elusive concept, I would like if you’d let me, to tell you about a personal experience which I did not live personally. In fact it’s a personal experience which a personal friend who I knew personally, personally lived. I knew him personnally because we both worked at the same factory and we used to take the bus together because he had the pleasure to live below me on the second floor and I had the advantage to live above him on the third floor. At first every morning he would come up and knock on my door and we would go wait for the bus. Until one day we realized that he was on second floor so better if I came down and knocked on his door. I would then come down every morning, knock on his door and go back up to wait for him. Anyways…one morning we were running late litterally and the bus driver would not see us. It was winter, the road and bus windows were iced over and my friend was running furiously. As he reached the side of the bus screaming STOP! He kicked the door while his other foot swiftly followed the motion as it stood on slippery ground. The rear wheels of the bus ran over his abdomen. They are heavy those wheels. In fact so heavy that when his wrist finally got squished, His hand opened and he dropped his ticket in the snow! I would have complained if I was him. He didn’t.
And then you have the people who complain for nothing. I have one who lives two blocks down. All she does is whine over the same annoying story over and over and over. Whine, whine, whine. She’s got 12 kids. Two have seizures often, one is paralysed, the husband doesn’t work and the welfare isn’t enough because he drinks it all and the pub is next door, he won’t even crosss the street, she’ll never get that widow’s pension… Blablabla. Annoying nit-picking!
Here in my new life they know me. That’s why when newcomers show up they are always told if you complain it’s because you did not see “La Lumiere”. Go see Roger and he will explain it all to you because he understands everything. It’s true ladies and gentleman that I figured it all out. Naturally, I would not want you to beleive I’ve always known everything. Oh noooo. Before I was like you. I understood hardly anything. I’ve even been worse than you. Is it possible? I’ve been through phases in my life where myself I did not understand. Where myself I was complaining. Where myself I thought I was a victim of the society simply because the factory I worked at had been on lock out for a year. I did not have enough money to feed my kids and I got in debt for forty years. I became so blinded that I ended up feeling resentment for the factory owners. Poor ********** who had nothing to do with it. I became so angry that on Christmas Eve we sent our wives to church and instead we went to the factory and broke some machines. I did’nt break any myself but I was looking at the boys doing it. And just as I was going to do it, that’s when it hit me…Grace hit me.
She was rather large. Officer Grace it was. When that club hit my skull, it opened my mind, it was like the “bump to comprehension”. When I woke up in the hospital, I was transformed. Not to say transfigured. Yes, because nobody recognized me after that.
They put me in a black truck to take me to prison where I was sentenced and content to be for one year. I did not complain. In that black truck, that’s where I saw the light. That’s where I started to see only the good in everything. That’s where I realized that I was not a victim but it fact privileged. YES! It was about time, I was 33 years old.
I had a short stay in prison. As soon as I arrived, I started sharing the good news. I found myself standing on a table in the cafeteria saying:"Boys, Boys, rejoice yourselves the life sentenced as the first ones in will be the last ones out. I got hit on the head again and this time I was in a coma for forty days. When I woke up, I almost complained. Forty days I lost! Then I realized I was at the Tapei hospital…
I got up and ran and ran. I was running down the stairs, and and I lost foot on a small puddle of red spit. I tumbled and you can guess it, I hit my head once more. This time I gave up. I said to a passerby who actually looked strangely familiar:“I’m ready to complain now, go get the guard”.
They rushed me into a small operation room and nailed me on a small operation table. On each side of me there were two other patients. The one said to me:“wow dude, we’ve been waiting here all day. You show up and we get looked after right away. You seem to know your way around here quite a bit, you mind if I stick around?” I answered:“Don’t worry, before tonight, you’ll be in my room.”
Roger La Lumiere,
Le Positif
