I know last one was quite a negative one, which is not usually me but I had to get it out of my system without hurting or harming anyone. I really hope that who so ever read that article doesn’t think that having friends is a bad thing, all I wanted to say is surround yourself with positive vibes and good-hearted people. Anyways today I kind of just want to talk about importance of persistence in our life. From a very young age my mother has engraved in my brain that nothing comes easy in life, you have to work hard for it. I have followed this philosophy throughout my life and I hope I continue to do so in future as well.
When I was going for an internship abroad, I needed a visa. I only had a 2 days to get all of my paper work done as I received documents from my company pretty late. I went to the embassy to submit all the documents. While the Officer at the counter (say Officer X) were reviewing my documents, he told me that some of the information that my company had sent was incorrect and that I need to get them to send updated documents for approval of the visa. As the updates were really minor, I explained to them my situation and told them that I needed the visa urgently but he didn’t budge and asked me to get the new documents. After a few attempts to convince him to give me the visa and failing miserably, Officer X ensured me that if I tell the officer at door (say Officer Y) his name the next day, I could skip the line as he has all my other documents with him and that he would get my passport back to me the same day. That gave me a little bit of hope. This happened on a Thursday afternoon. I was in total panic mode right after I got out of the embassy, emailing, calling my company to send me the corrected documents as soon as possible. Luckily my company agreed to express post the documents so that I don’t miss my start date (Monday). My dad even called the post office to tell them to keep the package in the post office and we will pick it up from there in the morning. We gave them all of the package information, name, address, everything.
As nothing goes per plan in my life, next morning right at 9 AM when we went to the post office, the letter was already with the delivery boy wandering on the streets of the city. The person we talked to on Thursday evening apparently didn’t make a proper note despite us telling him 20 million times to please keep it in the post office. They tried to call the delivery guy and get a hold of him but no answer. We didn’t even know the area where he could be in. They told us to go back to our place and wait for him there while they try to get a hold of him to deliver my mail first before going around to other houses.
After almost an hour and half of me pacing around in my house (around 11 AM) the delivery guy finally showed up with my mail. We literally grabbed all my stuff and drove to the embassy as soon as the package was in my hand. I didn’t even open the package until I was already on the road. I finally thought things will go smoothly when it started to pore like no tomorrow. Instead of getting to the embassy in half hour it took us 10-15 extra minutes. As soon as we got there I literally jumped out of the car before my dad could even stop the car completely. Lucky for me by the time we got to the embassy it almost stopped raining. It was only drizzling so it wasn’t as bad as before. I went and stood in the line to enter the embassy.
There were about 10 people ahead of me in the line. I was pretty happy that I made it. The website said that the embassy is open till 2 pm, so I was sure I will make it inside. After about 10 minutes (around 11:55 AM), the officer at the door (Officer Y) took about 6-7 people inside and then told the rest of us that the embassy is closed. I was dumbfounded. I swear I was so shocked I didn’t know what to do. I asked the officer what was going on and he said something about it being the 3rd or 4th Friday of the month or something and that they are closing early, so we have to come back on Monday to get the visa. I didn’t know what to say. Just like how Joe said “Could I be wearing any more clothes” I literally felt like saying out loud “Could there be any more problems in these 24 hours”. After about 10 minutes when I could finally think, I told the Officer Y my situation that I won’t be able to start my internship and that this is very important to me. He said unfortunately he can’t do anything. Then I remembered what Officer X at the counter said on Thursday. I quickly looked through my documents to find his name and told Officer Y that Officer X told me that you will let me in and he will approve the visa. I told him that he has all my documents already. I gave him my application number in the hopes that Officer X will keep his word. Officer Y went in to check with Officer X.
Lo & behold, Officer X blankly refused. He told Officer Y that he never said such a thing. I swore so many bad words in my brain I can’t even tell you. If there is a word beyond shocked I was in that state. This made me mad and sad but a part of me told me I need to try again. I can’t let this happen. This is unfair. I paced around for another 10-15 minutes, and then requested Officer Y again to let me in. He said no again. Went to my dad told him the situation, he said go try again. Went back to Officer Z who was standing with Officer Y, she said no as well. This went on for almost an hour. It started to rain again so I decided to finally stop and go back home. I went back to the car and my dad started to drive slowing out of the parking. As we were driving out of the area for some reason I had this urge that I want to go and try one more time. My dad who is always so supportive of what I want to do, drove me right to the embassy. I asked one more time to Officer X to be considerate and let me in. He could see how badly I wanted it. He finally let me into the embassy.
For a second I couldn’t believe what he said. You have no idea how happy and content I was in that moment. It was like I won a battle or something. I went in, it was the same Officer X at the counter and you know what he said. “Oh, you made it in. Well done.” I was quite annoyed at him but was so happy at my accomplishment that I didn’t care much about him at that point. I just gave him the documents. As officially the office was closed he couldn’t process my visa that day so I had to delay my flight by a day but that wasn’t as bad as just not being able to go for the internship at all.
Now that I think about it, it wasn’t that big deal. I could have just gone on Monday and given the documents. Delayed the flight by 3-4 days if anything but it was very important to me in that moment. I was a young girl with lots of hopes and dreams (well I still am). I don’t think giving up was my thing or if it will ever be. It isn’t in my blood (this song is beautiful by the way).
I swear I have too many stories like these. I feel like my parents also suffer through so much because of my bad luck. Anyways, these situations do make up some really amazing memories from my distant past that keep reminding me to how strong I can be when I want something. There will always be people who will tell you that you can’t achieve your goals or try to pull you down but have faith in yourself and your actions. Don’t stop doing something because you failed in your first attempt or your second attempt, rather keep trying until you get it right. Hard work will always pay off, it may be in the form of a success or a lesson learnt but it will be useful in some shape or form. There will always be light at the end of the tunnel, you just have to keep walking towards it.
You may see me struggle but you will never see me quit. – C. J Watson
Until next time..