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| I’m sorry I can’t add more right now other than there is light at the end of the tunnel even if we don’t think there is sometimes. We often fondly remember the smallest positive things of the past even though we failed to realized how precious they were when we were actually living through them. Remember the old “someday we will laugh about it” adage. It really is true. Some of my fondest memories were just everyday life when I lived through them. I never knew their value until much later.
I posted this up above. I’m not sure if you saw it but I’ll post it again here. Take care and God bless you and yours.
Grandma used to say life is like a train ride.
“You’ll meet people who sit with you for miles,” she’d tell me,
“and people who hop on for only one stop. Some you’ll wish stayed longer.
Some you’ll be grateful to see leave. But every single one teaches you something about the journey.”
I didn’t understand it back then.
I just liked the way her voice softened when she talked about life.
But now, the older I get, the more her words come back to me.
She said the train starts off full —
parents holding your hand, siblings beside you,
grandparents smiling from across the aisle.
Everyone close. Everyone loud.
Everyone a part of your world.
Then time starts to move.
People find their own seats.
Some switch cabins.
Some stay close, but not as close as before.
Some wave goodbye from the window when their stop arrives.
“You’ll want to chase after them,” Grandma said.
“But trains don’t go backward. They only go forward. That’s how life teaches you letting go.”
As years pass, new faces join you —
friends who feel like family,
loves you never expected,
little ones who climb into your lap and remind you what joy feels like again.
And through it all, the train keeps moving.
There are dark tunnels where you can’t see anything —
seasons of fear, confusion, heartbreak.
But Grandma always smiled and said,
“Don’t panic in the dark. The track was laid long before you entered the tunnel.
Just hold on… there’s always light on the other side.”
And she was right.
Now I understand what she meant when she said the ride doesn’t last forever.
“One day the conductor calls your name,” she whispered,
“and you step off, hoping you left your seat warmer and kinder than you found it.”
Life really is a train ride —
full of arrivals and departures,
hellos and goodbyes,
noise and silence,
storms and sunshine.
But the part Grandma loved most?
“You never ride it alone,” she said.
“Not really. Even when the seats feel empty, love follows you down the track.”
And I think that’s why this story stays with me.
Because when I look back at the people who shared even a small part of my ride…
I realize how lucky I’ve been.
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How do you stay positive?
