“If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere,” goes the famous song about New York City. Is there a place — a city, a school, a company — about which you think (or thought) the same? Tell us why, and if you ever tried to prove that claim.
The phrase “If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere,” helped me through a 2-mile military forced march with a gas mask on, and I used the phrase again during one of the coldest winters in the frozen tundra of the Northwest Territories of Canada, hence the reason I will never leave the warmth of Southwest Florida. After those two episodes early in my life, I was never truly intimidated or fearful of too much as my life progressed.
To develop the mentality to overcome anything, I believe I developed early on when my mother forced me to take a typing class during the final semester of my senior year of high school.
I felt so angered with rage, the heat from my body could have burned down my bedroom. My idea of the final semester of high school was to make use of the afternoons off and play around.
I recall the anger I felt on a freezing January morning complaining to my friends as we walked to school. Little did my friends know how intimidated I was by the thought of taking the class, however it was a dreadful fear that over took my mind when I seated myself in front of the Smith-Corona manual typewriter.
I dreaded this class so much. I would have traded the typewriter in for a hot-humid August day of running wind sprints during football practice. But, as the class began, my dreaded fears slowly subsided as I looked around the class and realized, I was the sole male student in the class. When the teacher began the lesson plan, my dreaded fears slowly eased, as I looked around at my female classmates who smiled back.
Being forced to take a typing class my high school senior year during the final semester, initially angered me to no end. However, eight months later, the typing lessons became essential during my first semester of college as I sat in the student library typing my first paper for an English class.
As I sat pecking away on the typewriter, I thought of how I overcame those hot summer football practices, and taking a typing class I dreaded and I realized I could take on anything, because if I made it through those tough times, of high school, I could make it anywhere!