My target was trekking to the Mt Everest base camp. It was the sixth day of an 18-day expedition. I was on my way to Dabuche. Instead of the norm of going with a group of 8-10 people, I decided to experience the journey by myself, with a sherpa to help and guide me.
I had already had enough of the bitter cold. I was weak from a day’s worth of upset stomach to go with the steep climbs. I had seen injured people being carried back and heard of quite a few who were being flown back due to severe altitude sickness. Along the way. I had seen too many bodies of trekkers who died in their attempt to complete the trek.
I almost gave up.
Usually, trekkers from both directions assemble in the evening at the dining area of tea shops at their night halt points. Most people prefer to hang around closer to kitchen ovens because it is slightly warmer compared to the sleeping cabins.
At the end of that day, I was too tired and feeling depressed. That evening, I heard terrible stories about the trekkers who had gone ahead. I was scared, worried and tense. For the first time in the trip, I wondered seriously why I had left the comforts of home food, bathing and toilet luxuries, my own bedroom with controlled temperature and the great evening walks with my wife. Doubts started creeping in.
Things were likely to be tougher since the path ahead was more isolated. Maybe, it was wrong to have come for such a tough trek. I thought it wasn’t too late to go back home instead of facing the risk ahead. I considered telling the sherpa that we ought to return. But I could wait till the morning.
I wasn’t hungry, I just had a bowl of soup with bread and stretched for a while on the bed. It was already dark. I felt slightly relaxed and positive. I picked up the torch which was always handy. I looked for the folder with the travel documents. In the folder, I found two sheets of printed stuff. I had carried with me some of the interesting and encouraging messages sent by friends and family, before I left. I put on my glasses, held the torch in one hand and started reading them. Each of the messages made my nerves tingle with positivity.
- “you are an inspiration”,
- “you are different”,
- “with your energy, you can give people half of your age a run for their money”,
- “nothing is impossible for you”,
- “you convert ideas into realities”,
- “you convert hopes into accomplishments”,
- “You overcome fear into self confidence”,
- “You are definitely one of those handful few”,
- “You are equipped with spiritual health and strong will power”,
- “Not many can visualize a dream and achieve it also”,
- “I would have the privilege to tell to my friends, that a personal friend of mine has done this”,
- “We are proud of you”,
- “it is tough, but cake walk for you”,
- “Fantastic, what a way to do the things man”,
- “It is honour to know someone like you to look upto” etc.
- One also read: “Height may make you feel a bit shaky at times, but I know you can reach the top! With your courage and determination, you can go past all obstacles coming your way, you can do it, you can do it!”
“Follow your dream…..
Take one step at a time and don’t settle for less…
Just continue to climb….
If you stumble, don’t stop, don’t lose sight of your goal…
Press to the top, as at the top, we can have a vision to see something new….
Press on, follow your dream, follow your dream”
These really boosted my spirits, when I needed them the most. I regained my confidence. It reminded me of my philosophy which, for a short while I had forgotten, ‘If others can do it, why can’t I”. These well wishers saved my day and enabled me to move forward with full vigour to make my 50 years old childhood dream come true!
Therefore, let us put in inspiring words wherever possible. Let us not under-estimate the power of our positive words. They work wonders!!