“I can pick my friend Denalia up. And she’s taller than daddy!”
Strength is not directly proportional to size.
On the train home yesterday, there were two young girls talking to their mother. About their weight, how they could lift each other up, and about how strong they were. Now keep in mind, they were both far under 5 feet tall, and under 100 pounds. But this reality never seemed to phase them.
I remember as a child I would pick my mother up with all my strength (even if it was just 2 inches off the ground) and she would yell at me and saying “Christopher put me down! You’re going to hurt your back!”
Being the obedient child I was I would put her down, and move on to other things, but for some reason I always remembered that, and always enjoyed it.
It doesn’t matter how small you are. Neither physically nor metaphorically. One of my very shortest friends has one of the most fantastic vocabularies I’ve even been graced to experience.
Everything big, was once something small. Every organism started as a cell, every tree once a seed, and every human once a baby.
Every company once a idea.
It was just yesterday a friend told me about the story of Steven Spielberg’s beginnings. Filling his father’s briefcase with nothing but a sandwich and some candybars, he marched onto the grounds of a hollywood production arena, commandeered an abandoned trailer, and began interviewing the best producers of his time. Years later, he’s perhaps Hollywood’s best known director, and one of the wealthiest filmmakers in the world.
Everything big starts small.
The challenge, though, is in having the courage to start it in the first place.
