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The Rusty Bridge
Bridges always make me think of Rusty.
He sent letters til I was 10, telling of his adventures. I kept a list back then, updating it every time he wrote. When I turned 18, I would follow in his footsteps. Yellowstone Natural Bridge was the last place he mentioned before we got the life-shattering call.
I ended my list, put it in a tin can deep in my closet, and decided to take a safe path instead.
Yesterday, I found the list.
“I lost my life in a different way, Big Brother,” I moaned.
This evening, I bought a backpack.
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Angela Writes... 
I liked “I lost my life in a different way”
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The older I get, the more I realize how many different ways there are to live and lose life. Thank you for commenting!
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Time to get out there and see the world. This was great, well done.
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Yes, the time has come! Thank you.
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Loved the ‘losing life in a different way’ concept. Many of us do. Well done, liked this.
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Sandra, thank you. Yes, indeed we do!
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What a revelation. Well done.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Angela, I believe she was meant to be an adventuress. So true, comfort comes at a cost. Good story.
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I get the feeling she was. Safety isn’t free either; there’s always a cost. Thank you for reading!
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You’re very welcome.
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I’m so glad she was able to recover from her loss and find her dream once again. Touching and inspiring story!
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Brenda, thank you so much for your comment! Yes, I think her life is about to change…
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I love stories that describe turning points. Wonderful story poignantly told.
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Thank you so much! ❤
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I like how you’ve structured this story, with the hiding and then rediscovering of the tin can, marking a turning point for your main character. And yes, there are different interpretations of ‘losing life’. Well told.
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Margaret, my apologies, your comment went to spam! And thank you for your thoughtful comment and for picking up the structure of the story!
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I’m glad you found me in there. 🙂
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Me too! I have no idea why your comment ended up there…
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Dear Angela,
Poignant story. One can lose one’s life while still breathing. Well told.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Yes we can! It’s a hard lesson to learn and balance to walk, but worth practicing, I think. Thank you!
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The safe path is not always the happiest. Off the MC goes and sees the world before it’s too late.
I constantly have trouble with commenting. On some sites it works today, and doesn’t next week. On others I sign in, and sign in, and it doesn’t show up anyway. Sometimes the comment disappears, sometimes it goes to spam… mysterious are the ways of the WP.
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So true!
And thank you for your comment about commenting!!! It’s helpful to know this isn’t just user error. I was about so pull my hair out. Some days it goes smoothly, other days problem after problem after problem… I can’t figure out why. Maybe there is no rhyme or reason!
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i suppose she’d realized what was missing. now she was set to find what it was.
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The adventure begins now! Thank you for commenting!
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May she find a happier path.
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She knows there is danger, but hopefully it will be fulfilling! Thank you for commenting.
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Poignant. There is a fine line between playing it safe and not living at all. Well said.
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