The power of gratitude.
I didn’t realize
how serious the fuel scarcity in Yaoundé was until on my way to the office one
day, I noticed I was low on gas. I stopped
by four gas stations and none had the precious liquid. I was already running
late for an appointment and the gas in the car couldn’t take me right to my
destination. One of the gas stations had it but they didn’t have
electricity. I decided to call my friend
who works in the maintenance unit of the electricity corporation, AES-Sonel, to
know which parts of town had electricity. He said the Tsinga and Madagascar
neighborhoods. So I headed that way.
Arriving Tsinga,
I went to the first gas station. No gas. Second, third. Same story. As I headed towards the Mokolo neighborhood, I
started saying to God, “Thank you for the fuel, thank you for the fuel…”. As I
said this, I made sure I felt the feeling of having the fuel already. The gratitude resounded in my very being. As I
drove on, I almost started doubting if there really was a gas station on that
street but something kept telling me to keep driving. I knew the more I drove
in the wrong direction, the more likely it was for the car to stop completely
if the gas got finished completely. I actually saw a couple of people with
gallons going to buy gas, probably because their cars stopped on them.
Behold, barely
one minute after I started expressing my gratitude to God for the fuel, I saw a
Tradex gas station. From the number of bike riders and cars lined up, I could
tell they had both fuel and electricity! I smiled and took my turn in the
shortest queue, opened my wallet and emptied it to get the fuel. I tipped the
guy who served me. This, my friends, is the magical power of gratitude. I do
the same for parking spaces. And 90% of the time I either find one or someone
pulls out for me to get in, sometimes a couple of minutes after I arrive.
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