The Corduroy Road

  

   A long, dirt, bump after bump winding road, with no end in sight. Originally, they were made with logs, butted up one another to create a usable path through the wilderness. That is a Corduroy road.

     When encountering The Corduroy Road of Life (speaking about a friend of course), the temptation is to turn around and go the other way. But, you can’t. It’s the only a one lane road, and the metaphorical Big Rig is just feet behind you, counting on you to continue forward.

      So, you must feel the pain, never knowing when it will end, and yet counting on the inevitable, that it must end somewhere, sometime, and never soon enough.

      If one more person tells said friend, that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, said friend will spontaneously combust into a ball of flames. If one more “This is for your own good” person informs said friend, that a certain all powerful being has chosen said friend for this path, said friend will turn into The Tasmanian Devil of the cartoon variety, in a swirl of emotions twirling so fast, it will drag everyone in with them.

      So, how to assist said friend when they are on The Corduroy Road? Help them, guide them, talk them through it, try to look ahead with wisdom and truth to assist them in seeing the end of this circuitous, rumpled road.

     TLC is always appreciated. Action will be welcomed with open arms, even if those arms claim “I can do it.” Respond with, “I know you can, but this once, let me do it.”

      Said friend will reach the end of The Corduroy Road at some point. For the moment, they are traveling, traveling, each song on the car CD skipping, no way to see the end of the path, but counting on the inevitable truth, that it will end. Now, will the next path be smoothly paved? Said friend will only know once she/he/they get there.

      The Corduroy Road. When you are on it, dear friends, may it be short. Tell me about a time you have traveled this road. Please. Thank you for reading.