This isn’t a story, this happened to me today. Enjoy!
I have a test coming up on Tuesday and I have been finding it difficult to study. I chose to leave my room and roommates and go to class. Of course, I thought I left the distraction in the hostel but it seemed like I didn’t.
I sat near the window to study in class. I needed the air and a little distraction in order to read. I had just gone past a page when a guy walked past my window severally. He didn’t look familiar so I went back to my book. He finally gathered some courage and stopped infront of my window.
He told me that he didn’t know me but he knew I had been reading in the same class for many years. He had only just graduated and came to collect his National Youth Service call-up letter which would or rather should be distributed on Tuesday. He said that he wanted to thank me. For what? I couldn’t imagine what impact I may have made on a stranger but I thought to exercise patience and listen.
He told me that I was his motivation in his days of studying in school. He said he always saw me studying and spending many hours in class. There were times that he wanted to leave the class but he felt that he wasn’t entitled to leave before me since I came before him. He noticed many things about me like the fact that I’m too focused when I’m studying, the particular seats I sat in class, the fact that I always studied alone, what my rechargeable lamp looked like. He noticed many things though.
Anyway, he said that he graduated with a second class upper and got a good CGPA and working at a successful company in Abuja. His family was proud of him but he had always wanted to find me and thank me for “coming to class”, being his “motivator”, and his “beacon”( those were his words).
Why am I sharing this?
Just before I came to class, I was telling my roommate that I wanted to study indoors this semester. I told her that I was going to find a way to stop going out to read even if it meant waking up at nights to study. Apparently, I was tired of spending a minimum of one hour making pleasantries to friends and acquaintances before studying.
If anybody told me that I could motivate or be a catalyst to someone’s success I would have told that person that s/he was a big joker. I generally have a big problem with being conspicuous; I’ll rather be left by myself. So I found it difficult to believe that by being inconspicuous I could affect a person.
I may have influenced many other people; I may have influenced just him but I was/am happy that I influenced someone by being me.