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.