“You want me to do what?”
“Whoa—that is way out of my comfort zone”
“Okay, okay. I know that it is the right thing to do but, why don’t you do it.?”
I know the journey is the reward but that still doesn’t mean I want to take it. So who says that I want to rise to the next level, maybe I am happy being where I am. Maybe I don’t have any desire to take on role of being a friend to someone I don’t think I want to be a friend to. If you think it is such a good idea you do it.
In the existence of the elites befriending, mentoring and standing guard was not always easy but it was always rewarding. The rewards some times were of questionable value. Usually if not always the worst experience turned out, somehow to be the best. It might be that over time one memory of the discomfort and pain dulled to the point of forgetfulness. It might be that somehow we were changed and our mental ability to handle it, like lifting heavier weights changed our physical capabilities was in play.
Unlike the world, before the global mind, insight into the nature and activities of our fellow beings was not possible as it is today. Each morning, sometimes in the late evening or even after Steven had fallen asleep he would be gently alerted to the fact that his adopted families and friends were having some distress and disillusion in their lives.
Like so many times before the audible chimes gradually aroused him. Opening his eyes and turning his head he peered through the dark to see the florescent number of his alarm clock. 3:00 am. Normally he would have spoken to Audrey, the human like but synthetic voice of his computer but not wanting to wake Annette his wife he gently turned the covers back he got up and carefully walked over to the monitor touched it and read the message awaiting him.
Jason, a 15 year old in his neighborhood was apparently engaged in some late night gaming and his life signs had reached the predetermined levels of alarm. Steven had adopted him as mentor because Jason’s father had died a couple of years ago in an accident and life even at it best was tough for a teenager. Picking up his cell phone Steven dialed Jason’s number and waited for it to ring. Hey buddy, up kind of late aren’t you, Steven could see the stats on Jason change as soon as the phone rang. Are you sure Fantasy is the right thing to be playing this morning? I understand. Can’t sleep is generally not corrected by Adrenalin rushes. What else is going on in your life?
The life of an elite is nothing like the past. The days of jet setting around the globe looking for the latest thrill was over. First of all the waste of resources for such a life style wasn’t possible. Second, the realization and acquisition of one purpose and the quest of accomplishing that purpose now competed favorably with the past tendencies to be selfish and the perennial battles of will to master ourselves.
With the persistent reminders of the GM and the acceptance of a purpose driven life elites and elite wannabes were actively engaged in the lives of the countless individuals surrounding them. Presenting to them challenges both incidental and accidental. Often called godfathers or mothers the average person didn’t need them but the normal person did. Some times it was a call. Many times it was a visit. Too man times it was an intervention. But each and every time it was necessary.