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Train To California Continued

...it is the mouth of the Arkansas river, we are now going up grade, it is so gradual that we don't notice it. One engine can not pull all of our train, so they cut our train in three sections we are on the third section. We raise our car window and look out, we can see our engine and the back car when we go around a big curve. Our engine stops along the way to wait for the other sections to get ahead. The river is pouring over rocks, making all kinds of noise. We pass through a bridge, a swinging bridge supported from overhead. It is furried into the walls of the granite, the walls are just right straight up in the air for 5,288 ft., just think, over a mile. It is now getting dark, I hate for the night to come. We go to bed, I do not know much about Salida, we passed through there at night.

In the morning we were at Grand Junction, after we leave there we strike the Great American Desert in Utah. We would see bones of animals where they had died, overcome by the heat and thirst, not anything growing here but sage brush. Green River is a small station just at the edge of the desert. We pass several little towns along, just after dark we got into Salt Lake City, the capital of Utah. I wanted to see the Tabernacle awful bad, but just got to see the light on the top. It looked like a big ball of fire.

Then after we leave Salt Lake, about 9 we come to Ogden, several from our car got off at Ogden. Uncle Cleve, Aunt Clara and cousin Della got off to walk around. They have a place where you go into and they won't let you out until your train comes, they began to think they wasn't going to get back on their train car at all but they did.

About 10 we come to the Lake, we sit up to see it. We went about 30 to 40 miles and we left the lake, we thought that we were across but pretty soon we come to it again. They put rock and dirt to the bottom of the lake and then built the tracks on top of that, it is 80 miles across it. Now we go to bed. In the morning we are in Nevada, along about Palaside. There isn't much to see along here in Nevada, mostly Prairie country. In the afternoon about 4 o'clock we came to the grave of the Donner party who was over come by a snow storm. A large white cross was by it. We are now in California.

And the word is...

BELIEVE

Definition of BELIEVE

intransitive verb

1

a: to have a firm religious faith

b: to accept something as true, genuine, or real believe

in> <believes in ghosts>

2

: to have a firm conviction as to the goodness, efficacy, or ability of something <believe in exercise>

3

: to hold an opinion : think believe

so>

 

 

So here is my word. I would like to say it just came to me, well ok it did. But I had to think about it a little bit. I had to think about the "why" it is MY word before I could really make it my word. The connection started out pretty shallow I must admit. At Christmas time we watched the Polar Express, my all time favorite holiday movie. I love it so much that the men in my house groan when I proclaim Christmas doesn't start until we watch it. If I remember it right when he punches the boy's ticket that is the word "Believe". Now the beginning connection may be silly, but then I really thought about.

 

What makes every human on this earth tick? We could say motivation, we could say family, we could say desire, love, hate and on and on. But really when it comes down to it, isn't it about what each of us believe? If you read the definition isn't it about faith? Faith in SOMETHING. Isn't about accepting something as true, whatever that truth may be. And then again it is to have a conviction and be firm and steadfast with those convitions. As the last one says, doesn't just about everything that we do as an expression of ourselves maybe come from our opinions.

 

Each human being believes so strongly in what they hold dear in their mind and life that they fight for it, make war for it, make peace for it. I love hearing what people believe, even when we differ. I love talking about what I believe in. I don't think we ask each other enough "What do you believe in?" and really listen to them, without judgement.

 

So there it is, my word. Believe. I believe in inner strength, I believe that the power of the mind is more powerful then the body. I believe in love. I believe one can always do better. I believe that everyone has a story, and they are all fascinating. I believe that not everything can be easy, without the struggle we wouldn't know what to believe.

 

In my line of work I believe that each person, adult and child is a gift and has gifts. They just need to be opened at the right time, by the right person, and those gifts will have meaning to someone, in someway.

 

So there is the word I will wear proudly, not just for jumping in icy water, but as a word to remind myself why I do what I do, day in and day out, both at work and at home. Because I believe that I can...