Richard Vegas ©2002 I want to relate to you a story, READ it carefully; for in it lay
hidden secrets of
great mystery of
super successful.
There was once a bridge which spanned a large river. During most of
day
bridge sat with its length running up and down
river paralleled with
banks, allowing
ships to pass through freely on both sides of
bridge.
But at certain times each day, a train would come along and
bridge would be turned sideways across
river, allowing a train to cross it.
A switchman sat in a small shack on one side of
river where he operated
controls to turn
bridge and lock it into place as
train crossed.
One evening as
switchman was waiting for
last train of
day to come, he looked off into
distance through
dimming twilight and caught sight of
train lights.
He stepped to
controls and waited until
train was with-in a certain distance when he was to turn
bridge. He turned
bridge into position, but, to his horror, he found
locking control did not work.
If
bridge was not securely in position it would wobble back and forth at
ends with
weight of
train upon it, causing
train to jump
tracks and go crashing into
river.
He knew this would be a passenger train with many people on it. He left
bridge in position across
river, and hurried across
bridge, to
other side of
river, where there was a lever he could hold to operate
lock manually.
He knew he would have to hold
lever back firmly as
train crossed. He could hear
rumble of
train now, and he took hold of
lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking
bridge.
He kept applying
pressure to keep
mechanism locked. Many lives depended on this man's strength.
Then, coming across
bridge from
direction of his control shack, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. "Daddy, where are you?" His four-year old son was crossing
bridge to look for him.