The Missed Train That Changed My Life

The Missed Train That Changed My Life

24 April 2025.

China Zhengzhou East Station. 3:15 pm.

I stood at the gantry, luggage in hand, thinking my journey was almost done.

I had just completed a meaningful 5-day trip in Luoyang, and I was en route to catch my flight home to Singapore.

My high-speed train to the airport was scheduled at 3:45 pm. No announcements came. At 3:43, I walked to the platform.

And… I missed the train. On time, early, and still late.

Just like that.

I stood there, stunned. No panic. Just silence.

A missed train. A missed chance to visit the Zhengzhou Museum. A change in travel plans.

But life — in its quiet wisdom — had other plans.

Because that evening, at 6:45 pm, I settled early in my airport hotel room, I opened my computer.

A message came in.

“This song is created by SuperME Studio.”

I asked, “What is SuperME Studio?”

The reply came:

“It’s from the book I’m writing… called SuperME.”

And that was the moment the seed was planted.

A missed train… became a destined beginning.

That night, instead of a city tour, I embarked on a soul tour — into what would become the SuperME Unleashed book,

and eventually, the creation of three transformational courses that are now touching lives.

The Lesson?

What seems like a delay may be divine direction.

What feels like a setback may be your SuperME calling you forward.

So if life changes your plans… pause, don’t push.

Because your real destination may not be where you were going,

but who you were becoming.

Some journeys don’t begin on time. They begin on truth.

#SuperMEUnleashed #PurposeLoveGratitude

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