(03/17/2017)
As I prepared myself for the 12:00 o'clock Mass at St. Jude's chapel on the Women Center in Chicago, Illinois I was instinctively able to open my LG cell phone on which I found this very fascinating article sent by an FB loyal friend. And here it is:
That Life is a Journey of which I have nothing to debate about it: but the journey is on a train with stops at stations, changes of routes, and the inevitable circumstances. That when we are born, our parents paid for the tickets and boarded with us on a memorable Trip of Life on a train.
That all along the way, our parents may get off the station and we are left to travel on by ourselves. There's a little worry but we are with other passengers. We exchange hi's and hellos and smiles. As our eyes peer outside, we see beautiful scenery: buildings, vehicles, and people in the constant motion of life's survival.
Time flies. The train continues on its journey. And passengers come and go. Some of these passengers could be your family members- siblings, friends, children, and maybe your significant one. The seats are full and other times half empty as passengers just left unnoticed.
And the journey continues. It is unending. The journey is remarkable and fascinating. We meet new faces with different features and skins of different colors. We exchange stories of joy, struggles, and triumph.
Then another day of the unending journey.
