The 5 Minute Rule

This morning I woke up late – the perfect way to start a morning on a bad foot! As with most mornings, I try to cram too many activities into one morning, despite being late: Prayer and meditation (the day will be even crappier without it), some prioritisation of the tasks ahead (otherwise I’ll get nothing done), replying to overdue emails (before office hours for extra effect), doing a few stretches before my shower (my back kills me if I neglect this) and having a few words with my wife whilst preparing our breakfast protein shake (a quick chat is even more important than the protein shake!). I grab my briefcase before I run out to jump into the car. By now I am really late. Wifey gets a quick kiss and the kids will have to do with a “Enjoy your day guys – love you!” for today as I head for the garage in a frenzy. Once inside, I start the car and head for the driveway. Just then, my one daughter (5 years old) comes running out from the front door. I didn’t give her the hug that she is used to this morning and she’s on her way to demand it! I contemplate a clear and distinct wave as a consolation to her before I drive off – I’m really late and my first meeting starts in 20 minutes! Just as I lift my hand for that cowardly wave, she trips and falls on the hard paving underneath her. Looking up at me, she starts crying – tears running down her cheeks. There and then I stop the car, park it and get out. I run to my daughter, grabbing her into my arms and holding her tight whilst wiping away tears and telling her everything is alright. I slowly drop down to sit on the driveway – legs crossed with daughter on lap – just being with her for a while. The tears start to fade and after a while a smile replaces the frown. We sit there a little while longer, breathing in the fresh morning air, connecting with each other and enjoying our moment as if the world around us does not exist. When I eventually get back into my car, I notice that five minutes have passed. Only five! That’s the time it took to reconnect with my little girl. Was I late for the meeting? Yup – five minutes late. But that five minutes meant all the world to her. I prioritised her over anything else when she really needed me, and the five minutes late at the meeting was forgotten five minutes after the first agenda item was announced. Many a time, five minutes is all it takes to mend a heart or to break it.

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Many a time, five minutes is all it takes to mend a heart or to break it.

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About henrywventer

Henry is a dad of four angel kids and husband to the most awesomest wife and mother that has ever lived! He has a passion for people, loves philosophy, business, politics, music, composing, reading, writing and travel. He loves passionate people with drive and focus who love to explore life and challenge the conventional. In this time and space, he is teamimg up with his wife to try make this world a better place for children. Which means it'll be a better place, generally :) Henry also loves Jesus. Very very much.

One response to “The 5 Minute Rule”

  1. Christo Opperman says :

    We’ve been friends for a while now and the five minute rule is probably one of the best pieces of knowledge you’ve ever shared with me. This ensures my wife and daughter that they are the most important people in my life. Because they are. The result is that even though you have a later than expected start at the office or where ever, you will be more productive and focused. As you left your people feeling loved…

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