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Monday, September 20, 2010

In transit

Most people do not know that I was born in New York. The Bronx to be exact. I claim most of my roots to be Jamaican eventhough I lived most of my life in Florida. The one thing I miss about living in New York are the trains. I love trains like nothing else. When living in the Bay area, I looked forward to taking the BART and Cal Train into the city. It offered such a sure transit to whatever destination you needed. It was a great way to get from A to B.

In California my girlfriend at the time and I used the BART as a way of Transportation. She lived in the mission district and I lived south of the city in San Mateo. We used the BART station in Burlingame as a way of transit depot for our two locations. Each way we were met with smiles of hello and frowns of good-bye. Our relationship came to an end we said goodbye one last time as she boarded a plane headed east to Boston. The feeling of sorrow stuck with me. Even though we tried to make it work over distance, our relationship was never the same.

I realized something during the birth of Kaia. As I was walking into the elevator that night to bring up the baby bag from the car, an elderly couple were just leaving. Our emotional states were polar opposite of each other. I was saying hello, and they were saying goodbye. It broke my heart to think that as I am having the most amazing experience of my life, they are experiencing the depth of human emotion also. This is all happening under one roof.

Hospitals are soul depot stations. They usher new ones in and take older ones away. I imagine looking at these places around the world with a view from space. I imagine seeing new lights flicker and burn bright as older ones burn through their last bit of oil. The radiance of souls passing through must illuminate the heavens.

Passing that couple again reminded me of the precious gift that is life. We should value it and cherish every moment here on earth. We will never know when our final trip is coming, but it will come for us all. I pray that mine comes many decades before Kaia’s.

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