It was a bitterly cold day and six inches of snow had fallen the night
before. I was five years old and being bundled up by my Mom in front of
the stove. In those days a heavy snow was no reason to cancel school.
After my Mom pulled on my mittens and snapped the hood around my head I
walked outside to wait for the school bus to arrive.
The snow was
heavy on the old, swinging bridge that led from our house, across the
river and to the main road. Me and my brothers had grown up walking
across it, though, so I wasn't scared. In fact, when I saw my ten and
twelve year old brothers involved in a snowball fight on it I joined
right in. After hitting my oldest brother in the back with a well thrown
snowball, I laughed while he picked one up to throw back at me.
I
ran back to the far end of the bridge and thought I was safe, but he
flung his snowball at me with all his might. In slow motion I saw the
white sphere getting closer and closer. I bent down and ducked thinking
it would sail harmlessly over my head. But at the last second the icy
missile dropped and instead of bouncing off of my thick coat, it hit me
square in the face. It stung so much that I ran crying back inside to my
Mom who just shook her head and wiped off my nose, mouth, and eyes. Then
she smiled, hugged me and sent me back outside to get on the bus and
face life once again.
That wasn't the last time that I tried to
duck the troubles that were headed my way and got smacked in the face
instead. Over the years I have learned that it is far better to not duck
them at all, but rather to look them straight in the eye and learn what
they have to teach me.
In truth, God uses both the good and the
bad to strengthen our souls, open our hearts, and teach us the value of
love in this life. And when we cry out to Him, He is always there as
well to comfort us with a smile, give us a hug, and send us back out to
face life once again.
Joseph J. Mazzella
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