“Hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.” —Vaclav Havel
This is the third installment of a five-part series illustrating one man’s determined efforts to move his personal possessions from one location to another.
Many folks viewing this man struggling with his hastily constructed moving gear commented that he was either a fool or a dreamer to attempt such a stunt alone. A few observers after the fact said they were impressed with his determination and bravado.
Crossing the paved street was the easy part of the operation at this stage of the game. His bicycle buckled a few times as he attempted to hold it upright and drag the over loaded container behind himself.
He walked the cycle to a grassy spot 100 feet from the sidewalk entrance. He then dragged and coaxed and swore at the container that held his worldly possessions. His progress was slow and filled with frustration.
After two hours of struggling he finally gave up the ghost and proceeded to dissemble the container and rummage through his possessions apparently separating the valuable from the disposable.
Through it all he maintained his composure and did not lose faith in his efforts. The sunny and warm weather seemed to buttress his resolve to continue with his venture. The afternon was wearing on and time did not seem to be on his side.