Except for the lives of shipping magnates and Paris Hilton, my life is as close to permanent vacation as they it comes. Still, while I can’t ever really claim to suffer like the downtrodden workers of a Dicken’s novel, there are hard times. Take the other day for example:
When I left Glasgow it was raining, not an auspicious beginning, but waiting for the rain to stop in Scotland can leave one waiting a rather long time. Things rapidly went from bad to worse, when in less than 30 minutes I heard the whistle of my first flat tire. I though it was going to be one of those days. As it turns out, I was right.
My goal was to make it 100 miles (160km) to Carlisle where I hoped to couch-surf. Not the greatest of plans, but my twenty dollar, four day budget didn’t leave a lot of room for five start hotels. Now I’ve biked 100 miles before, but as I learned that day, biking 100 miles alone with heavy bags in the rain is a different sort of experience. To top it off, when I arrived 100 miles later, soaked to the bone at 10 o’clock, I found out I was homeless, not just in general, but for that night as well.
Now, I know that most people would rather not have an experience like I did that day. I don’t blame them either. There was a time when something as small as a speeding ticket or a missed flight would leave me feeling as upset as the Count of Monte Cristo. Yet strangely enough I didn’t have a bad day. Of course I’d rather have been sipping a pina colada served in a baby coconut that was picked by a wild money, but now, rather than feeling overwhelmed by the difficult circumstances, I feet challenged and invigorated.
For those who are looking, beautiful days always come around, but the same is true for the bad days as well. As it’s still raining after three days, I’m looking forward to better days even now, but in the meantime I’m comforted and strengthened by the satisfaction of pursuing something worth more than money.
Some months ago when I lost my wallet in Spain, someone said they thought they saw me biking through the rain, but that it couldn’t have been me. The person they saw was smiling. Strange, perhaps, but for, a me a better way.
“I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”