Just like Jason Bourne...
Brought to the point and field of battle—the need and the moment to perform—and the person in question is enabled perfectly, prepped and ready to go. They will act generally only with good effect, disregarding a nominal lapse. All else that would be superfluous in this context remains that way; out of harm’s way. Sheer inspiration.
It’s the moment of truth. Given any situation at all, and particularly the important ones, and we can be performance machines—designed, one would hope, to achieve the objective that is before us.
And how does the person feel who’s brought to this point of a necessary honed focus?
They’re numb to distraction and totally absorbed, concentrating with perfect intent whether it be for thirty-five seconds or thirty-five minutes. Much longer could be too long.
I had such a time very recently. A lady collapsed in public. No one seemed to know what to do. An emergency call required, then patient management, even Cardio-Pulmonary Resuscitation (CPR). Pray. Mouth to mouth. Dash half a mile for a defibrillator machine. Breathe. Assist the ambulance officers and police. Get out of the way. Pray. Support those who’re upset. Help: hold something... anything. Pray. Find support for myself, if required. De-brief the moment and the day.
At the ‘pointy end’ of things we must do whatever the moment demands.
We’re sensitive and attuned and not nervous because nerves would only get in the way. Of course, this is a trained response of faith and harnessed fear through channelled adrenalin-fuelled courage. It’s broad tunnel-vision to perform at our highest.
Our task is to train. To be effective.
© 2010 S. J. Wickham.