Work has been crazy for me the last two months. I have put close to three thousand miles on my car in work travel, as I close out the end of the fiscal year for many of my clients. I was not only ready, but in need of our long-awaited vacation.
Rusty and I had it all planned out. We flew into Seattle, would rent a car and head strait to Vancouver, Canada.
As we were checking out our rental car from the airport in Seattle, the attendant asked where we were headed. When we told him about our destination, Vancouver, Canada, he expressed how long he had wanted to go, but since he didn’t have a passport, he hand’t been able to take the trip.
“You need a passport I???” I responded.
I immediately looked to Rusty. No words came out of my mouth, but my eyes, wide opened, said it all, “Tell me we do not need passports.”
I finally asked, “Did you bring yours?”
“No, we don’t need them,” he replied with about an eighty-five percent certainty.
The attendant chimed in, “No, I’m pretty sure you need them.”
I e-mailed our friend Patrick, who we were planning on staying with that night in Vancouver. I called my mom and a few other people. The response everyone was giving us was all the same, “You are not getting into Canada without a passport.”
I was not getting the answer I wanted to hear, so I turned to Google. Was there anything I could find on the internet that would say we could get in. The quick, online research was not anymore favorable than what we had been hearing from everyone else.
We stopped off to grab some food and brainstorm our options. Rusty and I are both innovators, creators. Neither of us take no for an answer. We find a way. We remain positive, hopeful, and believe anything is possible, but testing this border was a big one, especially for me. When it comes to rules, government, and authorities, I know that there are just some limits you cannot cross. This is not exactly the type of situation you can talk your way out of.
When I was just about to embrace not getting in, Rusty said, “We are never going to find out if we can get in by sitting here and talking about it. Let’s go for it.”
So, we drive about two hours to the border and as we pull up, the border patrol officer asked us for proof of citizenship. We handed him our California drivers licenses. He looked at us, with a mild look disgust, “What’s this?”
“Our driver’s licenses.”
“Yeah, this isn’t going to work. You need proof of citizenship.”
We respond, “It says it right there,” pointing to our driver’s licenses, “California.”
He glared at us.
We then explained to him our situation, how we flew from Sacramento, into Seattle, left our passports at home. His facial expression did not budge. He was making it clear. Everything we said was basically irrelevant and he finally shut us down and deferred us to go “inside.”
We were given very specific instructions about where to park and what line to get in. As we go inside, we are told by another officer that we were in the wrong place and then redirected.
We finally are called up and we explain our situation to another officer. By this time, we had received photos, via text, of our passports and birth certificates from back home. This third officer actually heard our story and asked us a series of questions. She told us to wait and that she would see what she could do. After a few minutes she came back and let us know we could cross the border, get into Canada, but next time bring our passports.
We walked out of there, not only in relief, but also in amazement at the power of persistence. We realize, we should have brought our passports. That is a given, but even with this mishap, a major life lesson was reinforced. We gotta go for it in life!
When we bump up against a border, too often we stop. When we are told no, we freeze. When there are no signs or when there is no evidence that something is possible, we stop dead in our tracks.
But here’s the thing, we never really know what’s possible unless we try. We have to test our limits, approach our borders, and go for it to discover what is possible.
When Rusty and I first realized that we hit a limit. There was a border and it did not look like we could get across it, we could have just sat there, in Seattle, accepted it, and come up with plan B. But Plan A was that we were going to Vancouver, so we went for it. We took a risk. We knew there was a big possibility that we get to the border and they say no, they refuse to let us in, but we would not know if it was possible, unless we tried.
So, where are you holding back? Where are you being limited by a border? Where do you need to go for it to see if it is possible to cross over? Even if all signs tell you no, it cannot be done, are you going to let that stop you or will you test the limits?
How we do something is how we do everything and I am grateful that I have become a person who goes for it, who does not take no for an answer, who believes beyond limits that even the impossible can become possible, if we just go for it! And I am even more grateful to have a partner who is with me on this, who pushes me beyond my limits.
Let’s go for it this week and cross borders that may have limited us in the past!
With Love and Volition,