A recent check in on my facebook page brought me some news from a “friend”…that reminded me what we are capable of when we really want something and are unaware of the barriers that might keep us back . It read like this…
“Russell Ormerod is thrilled big time. He completed a course last week and passed the biggest exam ever and is now a Level 2 certified security technician. All his customers can now say that they got the BEST alarm guy to do their systems and it’s not just because they like him and are happy with his good work. He is ranked among slightly more than 150 technicians with level 2 certification in all of Canada.”
I know it is hard to believe, alarming one might say, but there is an accreditation — and very few alarm people have it.
In fact, I know only one.
This gentleman lives and breathes alarms, I kid you not.
I first met Russell in shortly after my first back surgery. He was just 17, tall and gangly, the son of my Cousin David’s latest romantic conquest. He was a lovely boy, really nice to be around. David, in his infinite wisdom thought it would be a wonderful idea if Russell came to stay with me as I recuperated from my surgery. He could help me get around and run errands. Truth be told, David had planned a romantic getaway and it didn’t include kids. It really did seem like a good idea. I got along with Russell very well. He could get me up and down, cut the lawn, carry bags. You know, all the things a 17-year-old just loves to do. It had been a rough couple of years I had just finished all my cancer treatments and everything that goes with that. I had lost my business because of my illness, and then I totaled my car leaving me unable to walk and in a great deal of pain. Quite frankly, I was tired of trying to do it all on my own. So I agreed. Russell would stay with me and look after me, while I … babysat him.
The arrangement worked out well. Russell lived up to his end of the bargain and he was good company. There were a couple of things, however, that David had neglected to mention. Actually, there is one I have neglected to mention ‘till now.
Russell is deaf. He signs and lip reads. I do not. So we spent a lot of time in an elaborate game of charades and writing notes back and forth. At night, after Russell had me tucked safely into bed, he would explore boxes that I had stashed all over. David later explained that one of the quirks of Russell’s deafness was that he tended to get his nights and days mixed up and would often sleep all day and stay up all night. One night he found the box that contained the alarm system from my business. It was an expensive system. I tried to sell it but no one would pay for it. They figured I would leave it behind anyway. Well, you all know me better than that. So I ripped it all out put it in the box and that’s where it had stayed for a year. I explained to Russell what it was and why it was in the box. He gave me that look that only Russell can give…and I said, “Go ahead, you can have it,” He was ecstatic. He practically pushed me into bed and went to play with his new toy. Pleased that he had found something to amuse himself, I cozied up in my bed waiting for my drugs to kick in.
I was aroused from my drug-induced sleep. I would like to say I sat bolt upright!!! Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to sit up on my own so I laid there, bolt …straight…I guess!! Sirens were wailing, alarms were sounding… the noise, the noise, it was deafening!
Oh, crap! Russell! How the heck did he get that thing to work? I turned my head and looked out my bedroom door. There he sat with his back to me, his head buried in the box of wires and gadgets, and all the noise! My light was within arm’s reach. I turned it on and off trying to get his attention. Nothing. Damn. I had to get his attention. I grabbed my teddy bear from beside me and flung it across and out the door. It fell short. So did the stuffed dog, frog, other bear, lamb and doll. (I had no shortage of stuffed things to throw, one of the benefits of prolonged illness.) But eventually, I had to start on the pillows. I was down to my last pillow, the one I was using to drown out the noise, when the accumulated pile of stuffed things shifted and something rolled down the pile and nudged Russell’s back. He turned to see what it was and saw the pile. He came running to me, eyes wide with worry. I must have looked a sight at this point. I kept opening and closing my mouth while I waved my hands back and forth across my ears. I’m sure he thought I had lost it. He ran to get paper and pen. I wrote in big letters. The ALARM! You triggered the alarm! When he realized what I was telling him, he ran and got the box. With such pride he showed me what was inside. It was still just a pile of wires and gadgets to me. Make it stop! I wrote. It is really loud! Well, apparently he didn’t know what he did to make it start and that somehow hindered his figuring out how to make it stop. Eventually, he succeeded. I gave him a weary thumbs up to let him know mission accomplished. But the light never went out of his eyes. He was sure I was going to take it away from him. Of course I didn’t have the heart, not to mention any use for the alarm, and I thought it would make a good addition to Cousin David’s household. Something David thanked me for many times over the coming months.
That was Russell’s introduction to the world of alarms. He never stopped playing with them. When he decided to open his own alarm company, many thought he was setting himself up for failure. After all, how could a deaf guy run an alarm company? He would not be discouraged. He worked long and hard and now has a very successful business with many satisfied clients.
I’m very proud of Russell, for sticking to his dream and making himself be the best of the best. It really is surprising, but definitely not alarming, what we can do when we really want something and aren’t aware of the barriers that might keep us back. (sign “thank you” to ) I thank Russell for teaching me that.
Note: Russell Ormerod operates his company under the name “Ormerod Security Services” and can be reached by texting to 905-818-0253
or emailing him at ormerodsecurity@gmail.