To make a long blog short, I’d have never done this crazy cross-country move in a covered wagon hitched to a pair of mules, especially with kids in tow. (Although I suspect that a couple hundred years ago the roads through New Mexico might have been in better condition, there were also bandits and buffalo and other impediments to travel.)
How bad was life that people sought out a “better life” out west? What kind of steel backbone would it take to survive the trip? Most of us today will never know that particular kind of hardship, but we still have difficult challenges that require grit and determination.
As Lyle reminded me last night, everyone has a story– each as unique and interesting as our own. Perhaps we can remember to honor their stories, their lights. To see ourselves in others is the key to bridging the divide that is widening in our country.