Time moves quickly. Turn around, and it will be Memorial Day. Then comes July 4th…Labor Day…and the holiday season. Time moves a bit faster each year. Reversals come to all of us…We have little time to ponder them. It is time to pick up the tools of life and get back to work. Little time for regret. The Train is moving forward…get on board.

‘I saw the Train coming from miles away,’ Chet said. ‘Neva J told me to be on the lookout for it,’ Chet continued. ‘She told me that she had seen my Dad on the Train…near the caboose,’ Chet observed. ‘Dad has been gone for many years…I would love to speak with him,’ Chet said softly. ‘Dad was a mechanic for Semi Trucks in Chicago when I was a little kid,’ Chet continued. ‘When he came home from work, he would place me on his shoulders…I felt like the king of the world,’ Chet laughed. ‘Bits of information regarding Dad’s life in later years illustrated he was troubled,’ Chet said. ‘I hear that once you board the train, everything is different,’ Chet noted. ‘Pain is no more… anxiety is gone…ephoric feeling is the norm,’ Chet said. ‘Thinking and meditation are valued on the Train,’ Chet explained. ‘Communication is seamless without the false walls that people construct,’ Chet smiled. ‘On the Train people do not deceive each other… nor pretend…their yay is yay and their nay is nay,’ Chet laughed.

‘I have been on this Train for some time…no one seems to realize I am the President,’ POTUS said. ‘One minute I was in the White House, the next I was on the Train…and not in the luxury sleeping car,’ POTUS continued. ‘I saw Mom and Dad in the front of the Train…they smiled wanly and continued their conversation,’ Pres said. ‘My brother sat down at my table in the dining car and talked about flying…but he did not order a drink with his lunch…he ordered coffee,’ Pres said. ‘I told the Conductor that I was needed at the White House…he smiled and said…Ticket Please’ Pres said with a wry grin. ‘I really do not understand why the Secret Service has not come to retrieve me from the Train,’ the President mused.

‘I was in the middle of building a church,’ the preacher said. ‘We had collected millions of dollars and were on schedule to break ground on a magnificent temple,’ Preacher continued. ‘I had flown all over the country preaching to massive crowds in football stadiums the message of Christ,’ the preacher continued. ‘I was anointed…I had a God message…I was his spokesperson on Earth,’ Preacher whispered in disbelief. ‘I am an internet influencer…I have over a million followers…I get millions of hits like and loves on Facebook,’ Preacher said with feeling and looking for an audience to affirm his words. ‘I feel a bit at odds…much as I felt as a kid,’ Pres said.

‘It is warm on the Train,’ Homeless Girl said. ‘It was cold on Broadway next to the Theatres,’ Homeless Girl noted. ‘Everyone is nice…there is food…and a fluffy pillow,’ Homeless Girl noted. ‘People, finely dressed, walked by me as if I was not there as they entered the Theatre,’ Homeless Girl noted. ‘I saw the President at the front of the train car…how could it be that we are on the same Train,’ Homeless Girl wondered. ‘I feel better days are ahead… no more hunger…warm clothes…someone to care…Mom and Dad,’ Homeless Girl mused.