
Not ‘the last train to Clarkesville’.
Nor ‘the midnight train to Georgia’
Not even ‘the downtown train’ that Tom Waits
and Rod Stewart rode on vinyl
but that old steam train that took me all the way
from the monastery where I was sequestered
to be a priest, on the verge of making my final vows
to a life in the ‘real world’. where I met the woman who would be my wife.
and the mother of my three kids,
a career as a teacher, a writer, and the grandfather of six more kids,
the apples of my life,
a sliding doors moment:
the most momentous train ride I ever made.
Remarkable story John. Thanks.
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thank you; I felt it was about time I wrote of this: IT was a hard time adjusting to the ‘real world’ but once I found my feet ….
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Very interesting exits and entrances through the doors, John.
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life is full of such moments, minor and momentous: I am staggered when I pause — which I did to write this poem — of the consequences of my decision: everyone was surprised: they though I’d be the last to leave —-
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perhaps we could all do with a crisis of conscience moment, thank you for reflectin’ on yours
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thank you: it was many decades ago, certainly time for reflection, to pause and think how otherwise it could have gone: Robert Frost’s ‘Two paths diverged in a yellow wood —‘
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If we care to reflect, moments such as these can define the trajectory of our lives, unapparent at the time. thank you
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Wow! You were going to be a priest! That’s a massive lifestyle change. Do you remember what brought it about? I mean, you don’t have to tell me. But it’s a huge life moment. I can imagine it’s worth writing about.
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I do remember, Worms: it was a primal urge to be a father; I don’t mean the sexual act which I barely understood but the need to bring children forth into the world; the need to be a father; being in a seminary seemed a very hermetic existence —
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Well, I am sure you would be honest with me so I am going to be honest with you. 🙂 I want to know more, John. I want to know more about the decision, the thoughts you had on the train. Were you torn? Was it a tough decision? Did the other people at the seminary question you? Did you feel you were betraying God? And also, your comment about how hard it was to settle back into the “normal” world… such an interesting topic to write about. Hardly anybody has that experience. There must be loads you could say. I feel like you have doffed your cap at this topic. Of course, it’s your decision. But that’s my instinct. 🙂
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I will be honest, Worms, as far as memory allows. No, I was not torn. I did not look back. I did not feel I was betraying God though the parish priest said that I had and other harsh comments. I don’t feel comfortable discussing married life and teaching situation as it’s all rather personal. And di not in my opinion had much to do with settling back into the world —
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Okay. Sorry if I offended. I was thinking about feelings etc. I didn’t mean you had to write about your marriage. I think yours and my approach to poetry are very different.
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that may well be, Worms — and it’s something to be celebrated; what’s that French saying? vive la difference ?
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Wow. A profound illustration of the consequences of one single decision. I am as intrigued as Worms. Your story has the makings of a terrific novel or film!🙂
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thanks Hobbo; at this stage I have said what I wanted. The rest would require a novel not a poem and I have no desire to dredge through the past; apart from occasional poems that ‘light up’ specific events 🙂
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It was, nevertheless, a surprising and very interesting revelation, and thank you for sharing it with us. 🙂
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what a difference one act can make. ps – i’m a huge fan of the sliding doors theory/events in life
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all of us make life changing decisions; it only becomes apparent later down the track 🙂
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I’ve thought about those moments too –
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such moments usually relate to romance, but can also relate to work choices like ditching one job for another …. actions with life-long consequences ; it’s not easy being a human bean 😦
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oh, absolutely! any event that changes the trajectory of something important in your life
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Ah, circles…unbroken and not.
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That is definitely a remarkable journey, John. Had no idea.
We all have to make the choices that direct us towards various pit stops before the final destination.
Wonderful writing and sharing. 🙂
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thanks Terveen: it felt good sharing this; it was a moment that changed so many lives: as my granddaughter said when she was ten, ‘where woiuld I be, grandad, if you never met grandma?’
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That was very wise of her. 🙂
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Wow! What a great poem, and such a wonderful story.
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thanks, Bob: I had been wanting to share it for some time, nut I had to find the right way into the story — and the train songs provided that 🙂 you always have to find a way in —-
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Wow! I understand what that moment could be because I had a couple of such moments in my life that changed my life forever. It must have been difficult to stand up for yourself. It was for me! ☺️
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the funny thing is, Shaily, once I decided,it was easy:; they were sorry to see me go, at the monastery, but that primal urge to be a father over-rode everything and, of course, my parents were very glad to see me back 🙂
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At one point of time, I had decided never to marry again. I was sure true love didn’t exist and I would never marry for anything but love. But when I finally found love, I realised I would have to fight the world and my beloved family for him–he is a Muslim and I come from Hindu family. So the long struggle was promised right at the beginning because I would never do anything to hurt my parents or without their permission.
But it didnot scare me. The decision was so clear, so easy, even though it took seven years of waiting! 😀
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that’s a lovely story, Shaily ;you two were obviously deeply in love; your sliding door moment, your decision, changed both your lives, irrevocably 🙂
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Thanks John! 😀
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I had no idea that you once were a monk. You have led a fascinating life.
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thank you, Neil — when I look back I am amazed at my journey; and I am sad that there are people who don’t have choices 😦
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A man full of surprises but I guess that connection to your soul is what makes you a great poet.
My oldest son who is almost finished university to be a teacher also considered to be a priest. There are some similarities of the two callings, to guide people in life.
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agreed, Ulle: teaching and poetry have much in common, esp when you’re an English teacher as I was ; i also ran many poetry writing workshops in many schools, private and public even after I retired —
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Love this one my friend 🖤🖤
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thanks; it’s a story I’ve been wanting to tell for some time; I just had to find the right vehicle, and trains provided it, esp that momentous train journey 🙂
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Epic. A runaway train from one “marriage” of sorts, to a full and juicy life you describe as the apple, almost like the one that tempted Adam and Eve. I only want to hear more about all of this. What an amazing journey.
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I must write more; others are requesting it too; I shall have to do it tastefully in bite=size segments; like apple slices 🙂
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Yes, it is best to dangle the fruit. 😉 Truly, I enjoy each morsel. It makes me want to ponder my sliding door moment.
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🙂 one day you may tell it 🙂
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depends on if something was stuck in the door. Going to get much more exciting if that’s the case. 😂
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