I love the sunny days of Arizona but having the sun still shining brightly by 5:00 pm is another story. The sun is just one of my agonies. Let me add my car that am having difficulty to start and my desire of going to the church which is located by the other side of the hill. The boyfriend of my neighbor who parked his Harley Davidson right behind my car intimidated me too. I was really struggling whether I will walk or just stay and continue watching my favorite TV show. Eventually, I decided to go.
Clad in my walking attire, I started the enduring hike under the sun towards the stiff hills. It was really an effort that after 5 meters I stopped, looked and thought of going back. I struggled again. I glanced back to my house and looked forward to the hill. "Man!!! it is still very far" I uttered with frustration. I was also thinking of a higher hill to climb on the way back and I was positive that the sun won't set until around 7:00 pm. I thought, "it was too much for me". I took a deep breath and turn around on the left side of the hill. I saw the awesome pictures of my city and on the other side, the city of Nogales, Mexico. I let myself drunk into the beauty that surrounded me. I started to notice a cotton tail staring at me under the Mesquite tree. I forgot about my miseries. I was so mesmerized by the beauty and fascinated by the idea that I was standing on the highest side of the city.
I started my journey to the top and descended to another side of the hill to climb another one. I forgot the heights of my terrain, I kept going. I noticed the beautiful old houses, flowers and dogs that I did not notice before despite the fact that I am driving on the same street daily. As usual, I met a border patrol car while I was struggling on my way to the top of the second hill. Still, I got the inspiration to smile at the agent which he gladly returned too.Though, I was not certain if it was a smile of amusement or whatever. I arrived at the church in time for the Eucharistic celebration to start. I was feeling great as I tried to grasp the Spanish homily.
After the celebration, I started to heed back with a song and a smile on my lips. The sun was still painful to the skin and the climb was more difficult and longer. This time, it did not bother me anymore. I passed through some old folks drinking coffee by their patio. They waved and greeted me cheerfully with "Buenos tardes!". I waved at them and gave them my sweetest smile as I said "gracias". As I ascended to the highest peak of the hill, I was again greeted by the same border patrol car. I again smiled and he waved back to me.Once again when I reached peak, I stopped, raised my arms and breathed the refreshing afternoon air. I stayed for few minutes to check the views of two cities from two different countries. Then, off I continued my journey down to my house.
As I looked back to the hill, it was really stiff. However, I learned something. It is not the height of the hills or the heat of the sun that could have stopped me. It is my attitude. The experience also taught me that view differs depending on which angle I will see it. I made it to my journey. I got my daily Bread. I met some good people. I conquered my weakness. Life is indeed beautiful.
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