Columnist Bob Bridge
In his classic tome “Tale of Two Cities” Dickens suggested, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”
Many decades later James Taylor crooned, “I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end, lonely times when I could not find a friend.”
When I was a child a popular sports program described in imagery the unmistakable difference between “the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat.”
This year, for yours truly, the world transformed from wonderful to woeful in whiplash fashion. In the bat of an eyelash, cheers turned to tears with nary an adequate explanation.
No pity necessary. I’m an old man who has enjoyed a blessed existence. Color me grateful.
This past month has been trying and turbulent for both me and this unraveling nation of ours. In search of truth and justice?
Though I possess an iota of info regarding my sorry circumstance, it’s hard to imagine an unfathomable fiasco such as the one our nation faces over the coming weeks and months.
Whatever has become of “Superman’s” truth, justice and the American way?
Was it merely a foolish fantasy?
Sorry, I digress.
Anyway, I was seated in Black Beauty and pondering these problematic perils when I sensed I was the object of someone’s undivided attention.
I peered across the Jeep into the eyes of a smiling woman cradling a carton of eggs.
“Could you use some eggs?” she inquired sweetly. “We have more than we need.”
Behind her was a genial gent assuring me it was their wish I accept the kind gesture.
My diet has changed dramatically. However, eggs remain a favorite item on my somewhat restricted menu.
Suddenly, I noticed the sun was shining and the sky was blue. The ominous mood had mysteriously moved along.
Now, I was contemplating how I could pay forward this timely tender mercy I just garnered. Life, no matter how unpredictable and unpleasant at times, always is worth living.
One week, one minute, one precious second at a time.
Today … was the best of times.
As my father explained, “The only thing better than receiving a treasure is giving one.”
Bob Bridge welcomes comments at 812-276-9646 or bbbbbridge@gmail.com.
As has been said: "I know not whether to mourn because rose bushes have thorns, or to rejoice because thornbushes have roses."
Great words, Bob.