Il Passaggio
The Passage
[In our life’s journey, we are always in transition.]
In the mid-’50s, there might have been two or, maybe, three automobiles moving around my village at the foot of the hills of the Peloritani in Sicily. One day, my mom had no scruples. She wanted to get to a few villages away to visit my grandfather and she asked for a ride. She got it! There we went. We rode downhill and along the seashore. After a while, the car stopped. We had to walk the rest of the way (and it was humid hot and up the hill). My brother and I struggled, complained, pushed on and made it.
Moral of the story: Journeys are never easy. Transitions? Be ready to sweat!
