From Firewalker to Streetwalker all in One Day
As I looked out over the SAP , the San Jose Hockey Arena, I thought, Here are 10,500 people all collected together, wanting more out of life, wanting to heal their hurts, wanting to be happy.
Happy people do not kill others for the fun of it. Happy people do not shoot up schools or cause war. Happy people want to serve, they want to pass on what they have discovered, they want to uplift.
And because of all us attendees at the Tony Robbins “Awaken the Giant Within” event, paying our entrance fee, collecting on a grand scale, the people of the San Jose area received one million free meals.
Perhaps Tony’s background motivated him to give. He grew up without things, like FOOD. One year someone gave the family a Thanksgiving meal. While his father saw it as evidence that he was not providing for his family, Tony saw it as a gift.
As I sat at the railing overlooking the main floor, my seat companion and I struck up a conversation. He was from Grant’s Pass Oregon—he and I were both from Oregon. What are the chances? He told me he works for the corporation of #Dutch Brothers—the coffee people. You know those Keoghs alongside the road.
This young man was a live-wire. When they asked him if he wanted to be corporate, he said, “Do you know who I am?
It must have been his enthusiasm.
He shared with me that The Dutch Brothers Company uses many of Robbins’s principals in their business. The company sent him and 29 others to this event. They traveled on the company plane, and Dutch Brothers put them up at the Hilton. You can guess what coffee Keogh I support now.
I said that the servers at Dutch Brothers are always so nice and asked if they train them.
No, he said, “You can teach a monkey to make coffee, but you can’t teach him to be nice.”
“Don’t sit together; the manager had told their Dutch Brothers people. “Spread out. Have your own experience.”
*(To read about this picture, scroll to the bottom of this post–This picture went viral.)
Thank God for angels:
Earlier that first morning I took the train from my motel to where I thought I was going, The San Jose Convention Center. There were three fellows on the train also going to the Robbins event, and one, who had registered the night before, knew what he was doing. “Follow me,” he said. “It isn’t the Convention Center. It is the SAP, the Hockey Arena.”
The train didn’t go to the Hockey Center. Our stop was at the Convention Center.
Out came the cell phones as the three fellows searched for directions. “It is about a 20-minute walk to SAP,’ my first angel said. “Are you up for walking? “
“Sure, “ I said, backpack on my back, an easy carry. We were warned to bring jackets as the arena would be cold, and bring snacks and water as well, to keep our energy up, as some days there would be no lunch break.
And then at the end of the day—hey, I bet you thought I was going to give you the low-down on the event. Uh, uh, uh, first you must throw rocks at the hero.
You know we are the heroes of our own story.
Walking on hot coals is nothing compared with trying to find ground transportation in San Jose California at 2:30 A.M.
We got out of the event at around 2 in the morning, as the firewalk occurred around midnight. I wondered how I would get home, for I was not walking downtown at 2 am to the train stop, besides no train. It had stopped running.
I figured taxis might be standing in line outside the arena, as they do at the airport.
I had a UBER app. “No cars available.” It said.
Okay, I called a taxi.
By this time all 10,497 people of the 10,500 attendees that knew what they were doing had mysteriously blown away like Mary Poppins ‘competitors for the job as a nanny.
Three girls were sitting on the curb.
I was one.
When the cab came. We shared it.
But that’s not the end of the story.
It turned out that there were two motels by the same name, and I was dropped off at the wrong one.
Something didn’t feel right, so I went into the lobby. There was the same man who had checked me in the night before.
“You are not registered here,” he said.
“You checked me in last night,” I said.
“It was at the other motel. I work at both.”
“Where’s the other one?’
“Right down the road.”
“Right down the road.”
“I’m walking,” I said, and took off.
So I walked the five blocks down 1st street at 2:30 in the morning, thanking God every step of the way that my feet were in good shape, and praising myself that I had walked on fire.
Walk on fire—you can do anything.
*About the Dutch Brother’s Picture:
VANCOUVER, Wash. (KOIN)
According to Barbara Danner, who posted the picture on the Dutch Bros Coffee Facebook page, the woman in the car in front of her had lost her 37-year-old husband the night before. When the employees noticed she was emotional and struggling, they stopped to pray with her.
Peirce Dunn and Evan Freeman are two of the employees in the viral post. Freeman tells KOIN 6 News the woman is a regular customer and she was visibly upset. At first, the woman didn’t want to talk about her loss, but Dunn and Freeman say they could see she was suffering and they just wanted to give her love and to make her feel that love. They say they just wanted to correct the problem and make her feel happy.
The post has more than 341,000 reactions on Facebook and has been shared more than 100,000 times.