Making A Positive Difference

1991. That is the year I will never forget for the rest of my life. That year,

I was kidnapped! 

I was taken hostage in a third world country and housed in a remote bungalow.

The guards watching me had guns and rifles because they were part of a ‘consortium’ formed by people from the police, the army and the business community.

Their business model was so good I almost begged them to sell me a share in their company. Jokes aside, death was literally one breath away.

You cannot imagine the fear that pounded relentlessly at my heart.

At the brink of death, I saw scenes of my life flashing through my mind like a movie. Many questions crossed my mind.

 

Have I made full use of my life?

What have I done for the people around me that really count?

 

I realized when I was facing death, I did not regret not having more personal glory and material comforts. I did not pine for more positions, power, pleasure, and prestige.

My deepest regret had to do with my Creator and the people that mattered to me. I wished I had given more love to God, my family, my friends, and my colleagues. I regretted not doing more to improve the quality of life of the people around me.

When I was finally released – after having lost some money – I did not cry over the money because the experience was worth every cent. The lessons I learnt were priceless.

I came out of it a new person with a new heart. I aimed to love people, touch lives and be a blessing to others.I learnt that the best way to live my life is to live it for others. The more I reach out to bless other lives, the richer and better my life will be.