When The Train Leaves

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Do you ever feel like you are on a ride that you can’t get off of? Like life won’t let you off at your stop? Yeah. It’s easy to feel that way.

We didn’t tell you the full story about the train this week. As we were being petrified of the train noise as it came thru the tunnel, and Girl Person was trying to comfort us, Boy Person’s job was to film the train coming thru the tunnel. People say they try to see this happen for years! And they never catch it at the right time. And so the fact that it happened by chance when we were there was crazy!

It was a once in a lifetime experience, as Girl Person said! And as Boy Person filmed it, one second into the film, his camera said…FULL. Yeah. You guessed it. He missed it.

Now. You may say to yourself it’s no big deal. But Boy Person didn’t say that. In fact, he was what you call devastated. He vowed that he would sit there all day until another train came. And you guessed it. He did. And you guessed it. The train didn’t come back. All day.

He made his way home, defeated and knowing the video for the week just wouldn’t be good. But, sometimes, you can’t make a train come thru the tunnel. So he went for a run, and thought maybe he would stay close to the tunnel. Just in case there was a late shipment of coal. And all of a sudden, he heard it! The train whistle! Loud and clear! He ran as fast as he could!

He made it just in time!

And as the train made its way thru the tunnel, he filmed it. But he thought how very loud and how very long this train was. After sitting there all day in the peace of the woods and hearing the creek, the train seemed, well, out of place. Not welcome. And he kind of regretted he had wished for it to come back.

Because after the loud train left, the woods seemed back to normal. Back to where it should be. Peaceful. Useful. Beautiful.

This week has been very interesting in this Virginia place. It never lets us down, always inspires and teaches us many lessons. Every place we visit does.

But the train, the tunnel and the history here has certainly made us wonder. Are we going too fast? Are things too loud? What is the point of it all?

Do we wait for dramatic and loud episodes in life to get excited? Why do we need that? Are we ignoring the peaceful parts of life that are the most important? What are we missing?

After the train leaves, there is certainly quiet. After big events happen in our life, we may think without them, life is boring. We may not want to hear ourselves think or to face what we need to with silence and quiet.

But we can never be better without reflection. So take time to listen after the train leaves. You may not hear a whistle. But you’ll hear the meaning of what life can be if we take time to hear it.

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Flames, Trains and Home Mobiles

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. We continue with our Tales Of Wild Bill series this week to remember Boy Person’s father. We hope you enjoy!

One day, when Boy Person was smaller than large, his family was tasked with moving a mobile home a long distance. This wasn’t just any mobile home. This was their new home.

This task was no big deal to Wild Bill. You see, he moved mobile homes for a living, as they say. At least, that’s how he made money this particular month.

Plus, he had something to assist him with the move. A nifty toter.

The toter may not have been the most reliable. It may have not been the most comfortable to ride in. But Boy Person had no trouble going to sleep…until something woke him up in a not so gentle way. The toter had stopped. The toter had given up. Right. On. The railroad tracks. Also. There was a fire.

Wild Bill sprung into action without even saying a word. The toter was on fire, and still had their new home on wheels attached. And it all was sitting on the tracks.

Wild Bill grabbed a fire extinguisher, probably shocked he had one. He first put out the fire, and Boy Person at this point was standing on the railroad tracks. And then they all heard it. They heard that train a comin. Coming round the bend.

Now. Most people would abandon, abandon, abandon the situation. They would scream and run off. They would yell to everyone to move away from the tracks. To get away. To call someone. But Wild Bill had another idea. This was their house stuck on this toter on the railroad tracks. No train was gonna swallow it up.

With no words, Wild Bill popped not one hood, but two on that toter. It had two hoods for twice the problems. The whistle on the train was blowing. It was getting closer. No one was saying anything, and with a few twists and turns of his wrench, he did something and shut not one hood but two. He got in the toter and just in time, he got their house on wheels across those tracks. Their house was safe. Oh. And they were too.

Wild Bill didn’t panic in situations such as this. No. He figured he should at least try and there was always that chance it would work out. You see, life wasn’t ever easy for Wild Bill. And he had to figure out alternatives to problems. He had to take chances. As they drove away in their toter, no words were spoken. Just a laugh. And really, that made it all ok. If the worse was going to happen, it would. But he could try. And he always did.

Boy Person may not have cared for trains after this. But lessons on the road were always presented to him, whether he wanted to learn them or not. Trials in life are like getting stuck on the tracks. We may think there is no hope. But can’t we at least try like Wild Bill?

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