What a feast of sport we are enjoying at the moment we’ve enjoyed this Summer. The Lions winning down under, England retaining the Ashes and of course Wimbledon . I don’t pretend to know much about tennis but there is one player I love to watch, David Ferrer from Spain. What do I like about him so much? He never gives up! There are more talented players on the circuit but few if any have his tenacity. When you listen to all the pros talk about him they say the same thing … he’s a fighter, when things are going badly he just keeps going. What an example he is to us. I don’t know what life is throwing at you at the moment. We know life can be remarkably cruel, brutal even and if that is where you are right now my heart goes out to you. The temptation to give in may seem ever so tempting, but please don’t give into it. The Bible encourages us to …’take heart …though a righteous man falls seven times, he rises again…’ There is hope; there is the possibility of a new day!
Another person I have deep respect for is the inventor Thomas Edison. He is the man who brought us the microphone, the phonograph, the incandescent light, the storage battery and talking movies! In the process he became incredibly wealthy but it wasn’t always like that. What follows is an account from a biography written by his son, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
It was a freezing December night in 1914 and the unfruitful experiments on the nickel-iron-alkaline storage battery, to which his dad had devoted almost ten years, had put Edison on a financial tightrope. The only reason he was still solvent was the profit from the movie and record production. On that December evening the cry of “Fire!” echoed through the plant. Spontaneous combustion had broken out in the film room. Within minutes all the packing compounds, celluloid for records and film, and other flammable goods were in flames. Fire companies from eight surrounding towns arrived, but the heat was so intense and the water pressure so low that the attempt to douse the flames was futile. Everything was destroyed.
When he couldn’t find his father, the son became concerned. Was he safe? With all his assets going up in a whoosh, would his spirit be broken? After all, he was sixty-seven no age to start all over. Then in the distance young Edison saw his father in the plant yard running toward him.
“Where’s Mom?” shouted the inventor, “Go get her, Son! Tell her to hurry up and bring her friends! They’ll never see a fire like this again!” Early the next morning, long before dawn, with the fire barely under control, Edison called his employees together and made an incredible announcement: “We’re rebuilding!” He told one man to lease all the machine shops in the area. He told another to obtain a wrecking crane from the Eric Railroad Company. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, “Oh, by the way. Anybody know where we can get some money?”
Later he explained, “We can always make capital out of disaster. We’ve just cleared out a bunch of old rubbish. We’ll build bigger and better on the ruins.” Shortly after that he yawned, rolled up his coat for a pillow, curled up on a table and immediately fell asleep.
What an attitude! What an example.