Santiago, Chile
Giving Up
It is merely a
short stop-over that Balarama and I took in Santiago (population 7 million),
the major city in Chile. I could see
that while we were in the airport, we were snuggled in the Andes
Mountains.
Mountains, oceans
and prairies have always been the best locations for dreaming, in my
opinion. Looking to the mountains
through the glass, beyond the airport’s facility, I simply reflected on the exchange with
the woman behind us in the queue. She
was Canadian.
“Actually, I’m from
Pembroke, raised in Niagara Falls. I was
a police woman there.”
“Oh yes, I’ve
walked through both those places. I do walking
pilgrimage.”
The newly-made
friend understood pilgrimage.
“Actually, I come from a
Mennonite background.”
She mentioned it
was her dad who was the generation to leave the strict order.
“When he acquired
a car, he had to paint the bumper because it was too shiny,” she said, expressing
the rigidness of the faith.
Somehow, we got
to talking again about her job policing in Niagara.
“One man, who was near the
falls, reached into his pocket and just handed me his wallet which held his ID and
cash. He then took a few steps over,
jumped into the water, and off he went.”
The 175 foot or 53 metre drop to the bottom was his destiny. Like most people who attempt suicide in these
great waters, there is a high success rate within this act of defeat.
Insert ‘faith’ and there’s less
chance of giving up.
May the Source be
with you!
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