Sometimes ...
by Kay.Christie Daily Freeman-Journal CorrespondentArticle Photos
When I sat down to write this week's column, I wanted the title to be, "Nice guys don't always finish last and other such witticisms," but then I figured that might be a little long, so I went with, sometimes ...
Sometimes ... the light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming freight train. I realize that most of us look at the "light at the end of the tunnel" thing and think good thoughts such as whatever dark time you are going through is almost over, thus the light. The fact is, though, that life hits us head on and usually when we least expect it. If you are in the right frame of mind, however, getting hit by that freight train doesn't have to be a bad thing. Life's adversities, whether they be tunnels, freight trains, or whatever are there for a reason and when we can tap into what that reason is and learn from it and grow, then we can enjoy the light, whatever its source might be.
Sometimes ... you get what you wanted and you still have to make choices. We all make wishes. We wish we had more money or a better job, or a better life. Truth is that the life that you have is the best, as long as you look at it in that way. Wishing for something that you do not have, usually leads to wishing that you should have been more specific. Don't wish your life away, be happy with what you have and you will find that your life is spent in abundance.
Sometimes ... nice guys finish first. A couple of years ago, while I was acting as the secretary of the Limon, Colorado Chamber of Commerce, I was assisting with an event called the Ride for the Wall, which comes through Limon every year. The president of the Chamber and I were to meet with the leader of a motorcycle group from Colorado Springs at a local restaurant and as we were talking with her, word was brought to her concerning one of her riders who was sitting by the side of the road with a flat tire. The president's first reaction was to go get the guy with his truck. I reminded him, however, that he was not going to lift or fit a full-sized Harley Davidson into the back of his short-bed pickup. We went to my house and got my husband's pickup and car trailer and headed out to pick the guy up. After successfully loading him up and bringing him into town, we waited as he made arrangements to get back to Colorado Springs where he lived. It was going to be a while before his ride got there, so we began to chat. It turns out that this stuck motorcyclist was a famous and much sought-after photographer. Being somewhat of a photo-bug myself, I wanted to get to know him better. He has taken pictures all around the world and made a very successful business for himself. As we talked, he kept trying to pay me for my kindness. I told him that it was not necessary. He finally told me to pick out one of the pictures on his website and he would send it to me. I said that this would be fine, thinking that he would send me some 8 X 10 and it would be over. I picked out a beautiful shot of Paris, France as seen from the top of Notre Dam, but when it came it was a large picture that was signed and dated by the photographer, Steve Bailey.
It is actually a $300 photo and it hangs in my home to remind me that nice guys don't always finish last. Sometimes ... the light is on, we get what we want and life is good all of the time.
