Fifteen Minutes to the World

 Television. Not radio. I want you to see my eyes. Because eyes tell the truth even when words try to dance.

I come from a life spent between worlds. Raised under African skies. Schooled by German grit. Seasoned in Canadian winters. Sharpened in the workshops and hangars of aviation. Hardened in the heat of Dubai. All that movement taught me one thing. You are not a single story. You are many. And so am I.

We pretend we are modern. We pretend we are advanced. We pretend that technology has made us wiser. But here is the test. Can we still look each other in the face and remember that every person we meet is a universe of battles we know nothing about? If we fail that test, we fail everything.

I spent decades turning complex ideas into knowledge someone else could use. Product manuals. Safety procedures. Emergency checklists. The work always came down to the same question. Can I help this person do the right thing when it matters most?

That is the question I ask you now.

Not what do you believe. Not who you love. Not which flag you wave. Not what keeps you awake at night.

What will you do when it matters most?

Will you be the one who breaks the silence to protect the vulnerable? Will you be the one who says no when everyone else nods along? Will you choose craftsmanship over shortcuts? Truth over convenience. Will you be the one who steps forward instead of stepping away.

We are drowning in voices but starving for courage.

Do not wait for permission to be a force for good. Do not wait for the perfect moment. There never is one. There is only now.

Look backward. Honor those who built the roads you walk. Look forward. Build roads worth being followed. And look around. Right now. There are people who need you. There is work that only you can do. If you do not do it, the world will never have it.

This life is brief. Shorter than we think. And we feel its meaning most clearly when we give more than we take. When we serve something that lives longer than our own heartbeat. When we dare to love without keeping score.

So if this is my moment to speak to the world, I will use it to say this.

Be a craftsman with your character. Shape something strong and honest inside yourself. The world will feel the difference.

And when you run into darkness, hold onto this. Light does not ask permission to shine.

Your fifteen minutes will come someday too. Make sure you have something worth saying when they do.

If I start sounding too tidy or uplifting, challenge me. If I start believing the microphone is all that matters, call me out for it. But if I ever stop pushing for something truer and harder than applause, you should take the mic away from me.

So tell me. What would you remove? What would you sharpen? And what would you dare to say louder than I just did?

I write

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