The Bridge

Today going over the once dreaded Dames Point Bridge, I looked at my grandson and said, 

"You know it doesn't seem as big as it once did." 

He said, 

"That's because you've gone over so many times and it doesn't seem that big anymore." 

I remember the first time I went over that bad boy. Kelsey and I were driving down, traveling along, and I saw those lights on the water. 

I said, 

"Kels, what is that?" 

She answered, 

" A bridge, Nanny." 

I just about froze. That thing seemed huge. I had gone through Orange Park, had made the loop, and was headed back to Alma. I called my daughter, Susan, and found out I had to go back over that thing. 

And I realized every time I went from that time on, I had to go over it. Well, having driven over it many times now, it just isn’t that big anymore. I thought about the obstacles we sometimes meet up with. 

Once we learn to deal with them, 

 

… they just aren’t that big anymore.

by Clara Ring 

(my cousin in law)

h to me. I had gone through Orange Park, had made the loop, was headed back to Alma. Called Susan and found out I had to go back over that thing. Also realized every time I went from that time on, I'd have to go over it. Well many times later it just isn't that big now. I thought about the obstacles we sometimes meet up with. Once we learn to deal with them.. they just aren't that big anymore.