MindFresh Training’s 11th Anniversary!

A young girl asked this question at Kilakarai this week, “Such power behind your words. What made you into you?”

I could only say, “My wounds made me into me. They opened up those parts of me that I would never have explored if it wasn’t hurting so bad. I have suffered many crushing defeats and unbelievable despair; I have known loss and have faced endless struggles… and found my way out of the depths. But, Looking back, my darkest hours were the best hours of my life. They made me into me!”

The hall exploded with claps.

As I write this, I cannot help but remember that 11 years ago, I started MindFresh with nothing in my hands and absolutely no contacts whatsoever. All I had were a fire in the gut and my words. However, I was doubtful if people would actually buy words. Those were the days when I was the peon, receptionist, and Tele-caller who fixed up appointments for a mysterious trainer… and the trainer.

After months of endless phone calls, dead-end appointments, and desperately trying to convince people that though “I am short, I can still talk”, .

And then, on Feb 5, 2012, exactly eleven years ago, I made a cold call that changed my life. A company agreed to have me on for a workshop because their trainer had cancelled. The workshop was to be conducted on Feb 16, 2012.

I didn’t sleep a wink during the ten days of building up to the program because I was rehearsing every sentence. The workshop was a great hit. So much so that the audience who had gathered had sneaked out during the break to buy garlands at the nearby Coimbedu Market and thanked me by queuing up to garland me.