The Possible Impossible
ThePossible Impossible
Iwill say this about my wife, not only is she the best thing that ever happenedto me she has an incredible future vision.
Whenwe first met way back in 2009 and I had invited her for dinner she asked me ifI would like more children (as I have four already).
Iwasn’t sure but I said yes, all the same.
Shedidn’t know then but there were some very obvious hurdles to overcome. Onebeing I had a vasectomy 16-years earlier (that’s a real hurdle).
I told her and she simply replied OK we can get it reversed. The problem was the reversal rates for 16-years post-operation and a man my age is extremely low. It also depends on how the initial operation had been carried out as some surgeons simply remove most of the vas deferens (think long spaghetti). If that is the case there is zero hope.
After a two-year search, we found and paid for the very best. He was amazing and had pioneered a new technique to re-join the pipes. After almost 4-hours of neurosurgery, it looked like everything had been fixed. They can tell you there and then if the pipes have been re-opened. They had been. Now, all we had to do is wait and see.
Mywife would say to me, “don’t worry darling our child is coming.” I wasn’t thatsure at this point.
Acouple of years later everything was working fine but still no baby. So, wetried IVF. This sounds extremely commonly successful but the reality is thefailure rate is pretty high. It failed once, it failed twice so we decided tostop for a minute.
Mywife would still say, “don’t worry darling our child will be lying here betweenus.” All I was thinking is this look impossible and if you looked at thereasons for that it should have been impossible.
Forhalf a year we went to our other home in Tbilisi in 2018. I carried on my workand writings and my wife had arranged a final try at IVF whilst we were there.
Wewent, we got started and … the first attempt we were pregnant. It was twins(one vanished at 6-weeks).
Oncewe found out we had a few issues along the way but my wife kept on sayingeverything would be fine and our child is now on its way.
OnApril 13th of this year – 2019 – Demna Davit our son arrived.
Ijust could not believe it but my wife could. She said, “Darling I told you hewas coming, this is your son.” I cried and cried and loved and loved my newson. Born 30-years after my first and born against a lot of impossible odds.
Andhe is perfect, just perfect as is my wife.
Mywife gave me a lesson here and it was powerful. Not only was it powerful it wasalso a wake-up call. A wake-up call as I think my own mind had become lazy,jaded and maybe lost some strength after years of certain life experiences takingplace in the past.
Thelesson was simple.
Youhave to believe it has arrived otherwise it will never arrive. You have to seethat it is here or it will never be here. You have to be able to feel it, smellit, hold it, touch and KNOW in every cell of your body that it is already rightin front of you otherwise it will never be right in front of you.
Itook that reminder and lesson and re-applied it to a lot of areas in my liferight now. The power has been incredible.
There is a power in every human that is beyond what is normal. I don’t understand how it works and not all things have to be understood but this power can do incredible things once it is released and harness for better things.
Ihave never felt the need to put pictures of things anywhere as a reminder ofanything I want because I have always got what I went for in my life. My wife remindedme that I should have visual reminders. Every single picture she puts on heroffice wall … she has without fail watched them arrive into her life (and I meaneverything). She is a believer.
I have always been a believer and a dreamer. My wife’s love has re-awaken that power in me and inspired me to make a new series of changes in my life.
The impossible can be possible when you truly believe that the impossible can be overcome. One ounce of doubt and that hurdle will never be crossed.
Canyou make your own impossible possible?
