When Jacoby Jones ran for the touchdown on Saturday January 12th 2013, he raised his hands and blew a kiss. I knew he was doing
that to God. Afterwards, the newspaper validated what I thought. What a nice
gesture and what a wonderful thought. I have never thought of it that way. I
have believed that I could send a kiss to Mom and Dad because that is where
they surely are.
How many of us have ever had the idea to do that? Sweet, thoughtful and meaningful is what it should mean. Whatever religion you are or
are not, sending a kiss from you to the Heavens is truly a heavenly idea.
When we are sick or watching over a sick family or friend,we often think if only God will answer our prayers. When it does not happen, we
are angry and rightly so. In a book many years ago, I have mentioned before
titled When Bad Things Happen to Good People, it is about that exact wording.
We all believe and I really do, that bad things should NOT happen to good
When Jacoby sent God a kiss during the Ravens versus Denver Saturday, it was a long, almost four and half hour game in utter cold weather,
so cold you could see the exhaustion from the cold on the players’ and coach’s
faces as the camera showed them; you almost felt the cold hitting your body
My grandson once many years ago let go a balloon given to him at the Fuddruckers restaurant, where we went to lunch and he said he was
sending it to his great grandmother who he had never known. A friend’s son did
the same thing; he sent it to his departed Dad who had died at a very young
age. They both had the idea that it would be good for the late grandparent or
parent to hold onto up in Heaven. Two little boys thinking the same thoughts,
who never even knew each other, desiring for others to have something tangible
to grab and to be happy with in reaching the balloons.
There is a saying I came across. It said “help me cross the bridge.” I guess we all want to cross the bridge safely and also to cross every
obstacle freely and happily. We all have bridges in our lives that need
crossing and sometimes they are hard to get over. Years ago, before the beltway
appeared here, I had to sometimes go and visit my husband at a pharmacy he
worked at out in Phoenix, Baltimore County. I was going there with my three
year old daughter and every time I had to approach the bridge, I was really very wary but I did
it and I felt I had accomplished something ‘great’ being able to do it. It was
really no big deal, not like the Bay Bridge or bridges like that, but still a
small one. I know of some people who will never cross a bridge. They do not let
it enter in their times. Somehow, they do not go to these places and therefore
never have to cross the real bridge.
Others have bridges in their lives and they have to enter them and get over them. They are what I call emotional bridges. They are links
from one opportunity to another one. Some days, we think what is coming before
us is going to be bad and many times, it turns out that it was not worth the
worry. When I had my first colonoscopy in 1999, I was worried I would not wake
up from the anesthesia they give you. I had several family members through the
years not wake up from other procedures or operations and it played a big part
in me being fearful. It went off OK and I was ‘proud’ of me for doing it;
because it is quite a necessary procedure. When I awoke about forty-five
minutes later, I asked when it would be over and the doctor said it was. Just
like that and my fears were over and done with.
That was a medical bridge. Then there are bridges of other sorts. Maybe meeting a new person, a potential boyfriend bridge and we wonder
if we will survive the two hours or so of the date. Then it turns out that the
two hours went by so fast and that bridge becomes a lifetime and lifelong
delightful bridge. Then there are new job bridges when we go to a new position
in a new city or our hometown area and we worry how the first day will go. When
I worked over sixty years ago, I was ready to quit at 5 P.M. that first day. I
started on a Friday and the girl training me was leaving that night to go to
the Eastern Shore here in Maryland where she was getting married on Sunday. She
threw everything at me there was to learn in the short eight hours and off she was,
never to be seen or heard from again. I was eighteen and I told the boss at 510
P.M. to send my one day paycheck to my house when it was available. He took me
home in his car since I lived not far from him and I would have had to go on a
bus. He said “you will be better than Judy ever was, wait and see.” He was
right, I was better than her and I lasted eight years there and through working
there, I met my husband of almost fifty-three years from an employee who worked
there. So I overcame that work bridge and thank God I did, because I would not
or may not be where I am now at seventy-eight years old.
People say to me why do you always say how old you are? I say that I never lie about my age; I use to lie about my weight. Why lie about
your age when you should be proud of the age bridge you have traveled over all
So here it is, to good bridges which there are many of; work bridges, health bridges, social bridges, emotional bridges and many real
bridges. A bridge gets us to where we need to be, where we should be, and where
we want to be.
B in bridge stands for Be, R stands for right, I stands for important, D stands for
destination, G stands for good outcome and E stands for Excellence in
We are our own bridges and a bridge is a link, a joining and a connection. That is what life is all
about, we link ourselves to our families and friends and we join them in all of
our lovely connections, celebrations and wonderful happenings. As Jacoby Jones
did in the last Ravens triumphant game; we blow a kiss to Heaven for giving us
this opportunity to be a part of bridges of love, hope and prosperity.
Saul Bellow, the author wrote in a book called Seize The Day, “A man (woman) is only as good as what he loves.”
We love our bridges and we cross over them anticipating love and goodness.