When a train is an obstacle to your mission

Blogging Revelation: When everything seems hopeless

hoboboardingtrain.0.0[1]I remember it like it was yesterday. Because it was super close to yesterday. As a matter of fact, it was Friday, August 5th at around five forty in the early hour of the day. As a matter of fact, it was the first day of the last year of school for my son. As a matter of fact, it was likely my last first day of Mothering children in high school. I approached the train with much caution. As I am a cautions person. I approached the train with much caution in the wee hours of the morning. I approached the train with much caution but I was not alone. Prior to this train jumping moment I had heard stories of jumping the train from others who met the train as an obstacle as well. As I stood there on this side of the train, my mind replayed all the train jumping stories. I approached the train with much caution in the wee hours of the morning, but I was not alone. Underneath, the train on the other side was somebody. All I could see was their legs as they waited. All I could see was their legs and the wheels of their bike as I waited. As they waited, I waited on the other side of a non moving train I waited. Time was marching on as I waited. I could not view the time on my watch, because my watch was no thing but a broken time piece. I waited some more. Then, all of a sudden the person on the other side of the train laid down his bike and navigated it and his body underneath the train to the other side. As he navigated this feat, I did no thing but listen and watch. At some point I realized this somebody was a man. All of a sudden, there he stood, man and bike beside me. A complete stranger. A man and his bike. So, I asked him if he were not afraid and he quickly and politely answered no. He mounted his bike and rode away as if he were afraid of me. At that moment I felt ashamed. At that moment I felt ashamed of not trusting the one who makes all things possible. Thankfully, I arrived to the train prepared. I carried but one small under the arm purse on this first day of last days. Standing there alone, I could wait no longer, my watch was broken and the time I knew not. I stepped back from the train and took one last long lingering look at this non moving train and I decided to jump it. Since, the train was not moving I decided to do the only thing I knew to get over it. With my little green purse tucked safely under my arm, I said a prayer as my foot touched what could only be a gas line or a train car connector and I took the first step to jump this mountain of a train. The second step was easier as was the third and finally the fourth. When my right foot touched the pavement I began to run all the way to the bus deposit … to be continued in my fourth book Blogging Revelation: When everything seems hopeless

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