Two for the Road

Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. Unless you live in Antarctica or on Andromeda, you probably already were aware of that. Perhaps our friend, writer Adrian Mourby (www.adrianmourby.com) (http://www.simonseeks.com/destinations/europe/united-kingdom/england/oxfordshire/oxford) found even this pair were about to exchange flowers and chocolates.

But what you might not be aware of is something I recently heard about zebras and wildebeests. In Kenya, apparently the two herds travel together while migrating from Masai Mara to Serengeti. The zebras have good eyesight but a poor sense of smell, while the wildebeests have the reverse, so this pairing renders both herds safer from the dangers of predators during their journey.

 

This made me think about going through life. As John Donne said, “No man is an island,” and whether or not we’ve found the perfect friend, husband, or wife, it’s hard to disagree with the fact that the road we travel is eminently easier when we share our successes and failures, our joy and our suffering. My faith assures me that I am never alone, and for that I am and will be eternally (literally) grateful. Yet while I’m here on this planet, I have found that the comforting word of a close girlfriend, or brother, or daughter, or my husband, has made a trying time less so. Conversely, when there is something to celebrate, there’s a geometric increase in pleasure because it’s shared. Just last weekend, Keith had a birthday. See how happy we look? That’s because I was only one ball away from winning at the time. He looks happy because he knows that he’ll win in the end. Which he did.

So on this post-Valentine’s Day, I send warm wishes to you all, and suggest you reach out to your mate or sibling or buddy, and share a special message with them. Maybe it will be someone you haven’t spoken to in some time. Perhaps a reconciliation is in order. You may remember something important to tell them; if it’s something sad, it will be less so, and if it’s something happy, it will be more so. I guarantee it. That’s just how we’re made, and how the world works. And I am I ever glad.

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About Tricia Pimental

Born in Brooklyn, New York, Tricia Pimental's second memoir, A Movable Marriage, has received 5 Star reviews from both Epic Book Quest and Readers' Favorite. It's available on Amazon in both Kindle (amzn.to/1RtRBwp) and print (amzn.to/1OiGlUU) versions. She is also the author of two Royal Palm Literary Award Competition-honored books: Rabbit Trail: How a Former Playboy Bunny Found Her Way, and Slippery Slopes. Other work has appeared in International Living Magazine; A Janela, the quarterly magazine of International Women in Portugal; and anthologies compiled by the Florida Writers Association and the National League of American Pen Women. A member of the Screen Actors Guild-American Federation of Television and Radio Artists and a former Toastmaster, Ms. Pimental resides in Portugal. She can be reached at www.triciapimental.com and on Twitter @Tricialafille.
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2 Responses to Two for the Road

  1. Sallyann says:

    A great post encouraging us to appreciate those God has placed in our lives! When reading about the zebras and the wildebeests, I couldn’t help thinking of Dennis and I. However, it’s usually eyesight and hearing. But we fluctuate as to who has which ability. I know you may think this is age but I think it’s selective hearing and selective sight! At any rate, we are thankful for God’s blessings such as our wonderful family!

  2. As are we! But the question is, who in our families sees better behind the wheel? (Fortunately zebras and wildebeests do not have to deal with such issues as back–or passenger–seat drivers.)

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