Sometimes, most of the time, to complete a task of great importance, you can only count on the best of the best to be able to achieve what must be achieved and to do what must be done... sometimes, most of the time, you need to call in an "A-Team" of consumate experts and professionals to push forwards, go beyond the limits, and not stop until the battle being faced has been won... sometimes, most of the time, there is only a small group of colleagues who have worked together for a long time who can work together to do the impossible and turn a bad situation into something good... sometimes, most of the time, a certain combination of souls are the only ones that can rise to the occasion and ride the waves of a flood... sometimes, most of the time, only those who have been sent far and wide, know what it is like to have to brave a storm of chaos and leave as they arrived with their heads held high with stories of what they have done, who they have met, and where they have been... sometimes, most of the time, when there is trouble happening somewhere that you know no one else can handle, why settle for anything less than The Best when you know that you can always call on, and you know that you can always count on, the unparalleled skills of the dream team.
Skills
My Poem “Forté”
Everything has a vibration... everyone knows if and when they are on solid ground... everything is what it is for a reason... everyone, whether they realise it, or not, has a sound: a gift to be able to break the barrier of distance and air between two points, just as unmistakable as the language of touch generated by making contact with a drum. Some people have an innate ear for what sounds right... some people have an observant eye for what looks out of place... some people have an natural ability to be able to pick up new things just as fast and just as easy as it was for them to learn how to ride a bike... some people have the skill to be able to never forget a face, while some people are better at remembering particular numbers and names. Some skills that we acquire are self taught, while other skills come over time and take a steady recurrence of repetition in order to assimilate the necessary muscle memory... some gifts are passed down from person to person, from generation to generation, as effortlessly as driftwood floating upon the surface of an ocean before finally coming to rest upon a sandy bay... some things are meant to be, while some things are not the right fit; however, all things and all people have a reason and a fate meant just for them: something that they are good above all else, which they might describe as being their forté.
My Poem “Mnemonic”
When you live in the countryside
you get to see a lot of wildlife…
when you live in the city
you get to find many different
types of man-made art
just wanting to be discovered…
when you grow up surrounded by nature
you gain an appreciation of the power
of the green leaves of every tree,
the sound of the wind blowing
and singing its song
of equilibrium and peace,
and the exceptional beauty
of the vibrant colours of every flower…
when you grow up surrounded by
towering buildings, constant noise,
people, traffic, even from a young age
you have to quickly acquire
an innate knowledge and wisdom
to be able to remember so many signs
telling you what to do, when to do something,
and you have to adapt to so many moments
that sometimes test the limits
of your instincts.
Whether you live surrounded by
the green fields of the countryside
and you are already familiar
with the wonders to be found
while wandering down the sometimes
long and winding country lanes,
or whether you know how to get
from point A to point B
by using public transport
or by being quick-footed
through the always bustling
streets of f a big city –
when you are out and about
and living the life you are meant live
you must always remember
to make the most of what you
have learned and the skills
that make you the mnemonic human being
that you are and everybody is meant to be.
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