It's
the story of a Michael, who is an eye-witness to the horrible death of
the brother he idolized. His grief and sense of the injustice of it all
compels him on a journey of intense self-discovery. He learns from a
number of people— some he has known, other are brand new encounters—
life lessons that culminate in a remarkable undertaking for Michael.
Each of the lessons also comes from a book. The unique twist at the end
will... well, I'll let that go for now. If you're interested, you'll
want to learn more and you can by reviewing the un-edited manuscript.
What's below is an excerpt that occurs early in the book between
Michael and Naveen, his trusted friend and guiding mentor. Michael has
just has a stressful exchange with one of his business partners that's
left him dazed and confused. It marks the beginning of Michael's
fascinating journey (and it comes from a book he get's as a birthday
gift from his brother John after John's tragic death!).
This first lesson is a powerful one... a lesson I wish every human
being would be taught at the earliest age... a lesson I have to
remember, because I forget, often, how very special I am.
If you're up for being reminded of how special you really are, this is for you.
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"So, my friend. What do you say brings you here today?"
"What do I say..." I repeated, knowing that Naveen knew exactly what
brought me there, but he wanted to hear my side of the story.
Naveen knew of the tragic circumstances in my life. He knew John well.
We would play golf together when John was in town. He attended the
services as a family friend. So, I began by telling him the effect my
lunch with Steve had on me today and how it upset me.
I told him about John sending me a book on my Birthday and I told Naveen about the inscription John had written inside:
May you find the secret to a meaningful life.
I believe in you!
"I don't know Naveen. Maybe Steve was right," I confided.
I explained my confusion and the swirling, smoky, jumbled tumbling in
my mind. As I did so, Naveen reached out putting his hand on my knee
and said softly as he looked me straight in the eye, "The tea will help
you Michael, but it will only ease your symptoms. The cause is deeper
and you must identify it and heal it."
I felt the breath go out of me- all of it. And with it poured a tumult
of emotions- all of them. In a moment, I felt empty. It was sort of
peaceful... but disturbing at the same time.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked Naveen.
"Nothing is wrong with you my friend," he said. "You are perfect just as you are... as God made you... and very special."
"Oh Naveen," I said, shaking my head. "I don't feel special." John was
special. That's what's wrong with me. John was special, you're special-
I'm not- and now he's dead and I'm alive. Life is not fair. It's just
not fair. It's not right."
"I cannot speak to what is fair and right in this," Naveen said to me
matter-of-factly, his face expressionless, his eyes intent and intense.
"But I can prove to you that you are special."
I must have looked dis-believing (I know I felt that way), because
Naveen held up his hand and said, "Just wait... please. Listen to me."
"Michael, do you know how you were made?"
I must have blushed, because Naveen laughed and simply said, "Scientifically."
"My father's sperm united with my mother's egg and nine months later there I was."
"Good," he said. "That's correct. Did you know that the woman's egg is only available to be fertilized for 24 hours?"
"No," I said.
And do you know how many sperm are involved in the process?"
"No," I said, again.
"Do you have a guess?" he asked.
"Millions, I think," I replied.
"So, you are one in a million Michael?"
I laughed. "I guess I am," I told him.
"Actually my friend, you are far more special that merely one in a million."
"There are somewhere between 300 and 600 million sperm released,"
Naveen said. "You, Michael, are the result of one and only one sperm
cell out of hundreds and hundreds of millions that triumphed and united
with your mother's single egg- and she produced only one of those each
month of her adult life."
"Think of the odds of that all happening Michael. They are astronomical, no?"
I nodded. They certainly were.
"And now," Naveen continued, "think of the odds involved in your mother
and father's meeting... Use your imagination my friend and trace your
family back five or seven generations. Look at all the connections that
had to be made, the paths that magically crossed, the lives that came
together, the marriages and births that eventually, down through the
generations and hundreds of years at last resulted in yours."
"As you American's love to say, that should blow your mind."
It did and I laughed.
"Well, when you look at it that way..." I said.
"I do look at it that way," Naveen said. "Because that is the way that it is."
"This is scientific fact Michael. Not simply a pleasant folk tale.
There is no one even remotely like you my friend. You are unique in all
the world. The only one of your kind in the entire Universe. And that
makes you special... very special indeed."
"Michael, God made you nature's greatest miracle."
"I am nature's greatest miracle," I repeated, but before I could
explain what was so interesting about him saying that exact phrase,
Naveen began to walk around the library as if he was an actor reciting
his lines on stage.
"I am nature's greatest miracle," he began with more than a touch of the theatrical.
"Since the beginning of time never has there been another with my mind,
my heart, my eyes, my ears, my hands, my hair, my mouth. None that came
before, none that live today, and none that come tomorrow can walk and
talk and move and think exactly like me. All men are my brothers yet I
am different from each. I am a unique creature."
"I am nature's greatest miracle," Naveen said with a sweeping gesture of his arms, clearly warming to his role.
"Although I am of the animal kingdom, animal rewards alone will not
satisfy me. Within me burns a flame, which has been passed from
generations uncounted and its heat is a constant irritation to my
spirit to become better than I am... and I will. I will fan this flame
of dissatisfaction and proclaim my uniqueness to the world."
"I am nature's greatest miracle."
"None can duplicate my brush strokes, none can make my chisel marks,
none can duplicate my handwriting, none can produce my child..."
I sat entranced by Naveen's performance, focused on each and every
word. He seemed to sense that and my rapt attention fueled him all the
more. But drama had given way to something else... something...
spiritual. Naveen was now speaking completely from his heart and I
could feel it.
"I am nature's greatest miracle," he said again.
"I am rare, and there is value in all rarity; therefore, I am valuable.
I am the end product of thousands of years of evolution; therefore, I
am better equipped in both mind and body than all the emperors and wise
men who preceded me..."
"I am nature's greatest miracle," Naveen spoke softly, yet powerfully.
"I am not on this earth by chance. I am here for a purpose and that
purpose is to grow into a mountain, not to shrink to a grain of sand.
Henceforth will I apply all my efforts to become the highest mountain
of all and I will strain my potential until it cries for mercy."
"I am here for a purpose," he repeated. He ended his soliloquy, saying
finally, "I am nature's greatest miracle... and I am here for a
purpose."
He stood- I sat- in silence, looking at each other until I could not contain myself any longer.
"Naveen," I nearly shouted. "That's the Fourth Scroll. That's from the
book John gave me after he died," I told him though my tears.
I crossed the room and embraced him. This time I remembered; heart over heart.
I left Naveen's shortly after that, thanking him so profusely, I felt a
little awkward. I'm certain no such thought occurred to my mentor and
friend.
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Now... if you are
willing and
able to commitment to
reading the manuscript and giving me feedback, it's yours. Remember,
it's un-edited and a work in progress. Both BUrke & I are concerned
about three things we specifically want to learn from you:
1. Is it too long (will people NOT read it because it is)?
2. Is it too detailed (is there lots more than you, the reader, wants to know)?
3. Are there parts in the book that are NOT needed to tell the tale?
And of course, what you think & feel is best about the book and why?
So, if you're up for that... here's the download link:
The Servant Soul un-edited manuscript.
Have fun. I'm excited to learn what you think & feel.
Thanks.I appreciate you!