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We are now in the midst of another world war — the coronavirus war. Millions of people have been killed and millions of others are wounded and waiting to die!

 

Now is the time for all to stop, take a deep breath and think about our life ...  past, present and  — God willing — our future.

Following is a poem that says it all.   

 

The Train

 

At birth, we boarded the train of life and met our parents, and we believed that they would always travel by our side. However, at some station, our parents would step down from the train, leaving us on life’s journey aloneAs time goes by, some significant people will board the train: siblings, other children, friends, and even the love of our life.

Many will step down and leave a permanent vacuum. Others of others will go so unnoticed that we won’t realize that they vacated their seats! This train ride has been a mixture of joy, sorrow, fantasy, expectations, hellos, goodbyes and farewells.

A successful journey consists of having a good relationship with all passengers, requiring that we give the best of ourselves. The mystery that prevails is that we do not know at which station we ourselves will step down. Thus, we must try to travel along the track of life in the best possible way — loving, forgiving, giving and sharing. When the time comes for us to step down and leave our seat empty — we should leave behind beautiful memories for those who continue to travel on the train of life

Let’s remember to thank our Creator for giving us life to participate in this journey.

I close by thanking you for being one of the passengers on my train!

Author: Unknown

Saad Assad

Ashtabula

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