The end is inevitable now, he said, but before I slip into its claws, there’s something you have to know. And then he shared this story:
“He was raised in a community where you could sit by your window and fully describe the dining setting of your neighbor two blocks from your apartment. There never was a moment of wallowing in self-pity, for a passing soul would suddenly spring up at your doorsteps to chase away the monsters.
The knit among dwellers in the settlement caused his knowing a man named Rush. When he was just settling in the park, Rush was leaving the community. ‘To seek fresher foliage,’ Rush remarked with a smile when he was quizzed.
Perhaps Rush’s conclusion on a need to depart would be further understood by the brief summary of his childhood – he was a genius, never read for exams yet topped the statewide quiz, spent most of his hours locked behind a creaking mahogany door watching Science Wins on Splash TV and reading from a dog-eared Manual. Lifelong dream – to be a world reckoned engineer.
Having finished high school summa cum laude, Rush devoted the next two years to building an automated fridge and dishwasher. No remote needed. Just a tap of the palm by means of some magnetic device.
Unsatisfied with that achievement, he turned to jogging.
Rush had never been sports inclined, but he started anyway. A day. A week. A month and half. Rush returned from the two hour routine one winter morning reeking with sweat and smiles. He’d been asked to offer his services for a tempting reward.”
The man endured a spasmodic bout of coughing, and was given a glass of water. Beside the glass was a newspaper opened to center spread. On the page, a man with shaved cheeks and straight bowling legs donned a tailored suit, smiling. One name captioned the picture – Rush.
“That was the last we heard. Until half a decade later, when an Engineering Organization in the Swiss Alps introduced a machine that could assist in all sorts of menial tasks, operated by a remote. The machine – robot they called it – was built by a team chaired by Rush.
In a statement Rush gave, he was quoted to say, ‘Life, as we know it, is a series of short races that must be ran always. Whatever you have, goal or talent, skill or intelligence, it comes to fruition only when you keep at it. We at Stacco assure you of our continued efforts at making the world more fun to live.’
Rush has kept true to his word. He’s climbed the ladder from head of developments all the way to chairman. It’s been two dozen years since he left the community, and in that time, he’s made contribution in leading technological companies situated in Japan, Italy, US, and blah.
He’s known by one name alone – Rush. He takes a day out of a month to talk to youths with staggering ideas which he claims anyone can conceive. It’s not in the idea, but in the running. He also advices a daily reading from the Manual. ‘It holds all truth, and it’s a reservoir of ideas,’ Rush would say.
One more thing he practices on free days – running. Each day, he works at something new. And he continues his two hour routine, now joined by ten other men. He’s had it all, you would think, and he’s still running. Still running.”
Afterword: It’s all about keeping at it, isn’t it? That’s the line between those who see achievement (however minute) and those who don’t. Literary agents would summarize, ‘you have a remarkable idea? Put it into words, and then we might determine the worth.’ Not the talent, or the ideas, but the running of both. Thank you for reading. I do hope you figured out what the Manual is…