Zion Railway Station Patience

Zion – The railway station of lost treasures

I remember the first time I visited Zion I was 6 years old. My mother dressed me in a white dress with a bow on the back of it. I had two braids and I was wearing a pink ribbon in my hair. At that moment, I did not understand how lucky I was to have the chance to visit Zion.

We took the train and  I didn’t notice anything special inside it. The road was quite difficult, as the train would not stop in any railway.  I fell asleep until I heard my mothers` voice telling me : Wake up. This is it. We cannot lose any time. I grabbed my teddy bear and hurried for the exit.

I could see a big welcoming note:

WELCOME TO ZION

The railway was no different than any other one that I had seen until then. There were small shops, restaurants and people rushing and asking for directions. Suddenly, my mum stopped and shouted: Look, over there!

I looked in the direction that she indicated  and I saw a beautiful old lady with long grey hair, with a pink peonies bouquet in her arms. I looked at my mother and said: She looks so peaceful. Who is she?

You’ll see, my mother replied.  This amazing lady was waiting for us with a big smile on her face. As she hugged my mum, I admired her purple long dress and her golden shoes. I was simply fascinated! She made eye contact and while holding both my hands, she said:

I am so happy to have finally met you. Your mother told me that you are such a brave girl.

 I guess so, I replied visibly touched. She took me in her arms and said:

Here in ZION we only welcome those guests who are really special and who appreciate the treasure that they receive. Because, my beautiful girl, Zion is the railway of the lost treasures of the humankind.

My name is PATIENCE and sometimes people treat me with disrespect. This is why I choose to come here and to offer my lessons to those who may appreciate them. Since in a few days you will celebrate your birthday, I wanted to offer you this special gift. You will be blessed with the gift of being patient. This way you will inspire others to have faith and to be patient.

I was so fascinated by her voice that I did not realise if I was dreaming or if it was real. She took my left hand and she touched my ring finger and left a little dot on it, similar to a birthmark. She explained to me that every time I am in a rush I have to look down at this sign and I will see her reflection there. I thanked her for this precious gift but did not realise how important it was.

My mother looked at the clock and realised that it was time for us to go. We said goodbye to Patience and we promised to visit her in the near future.

Even though the years have passed, Patience will always be in my mind and my heart. I’d really love to have one more ticket to Zion and I keep wondering what other treasures can be found there.

Comments 3

  1. I like the story and the idea of teaching others to be patient. The way you described Patience reminded me of my late grandmother.

    1. I am so happy that you enjoyed reading this story! I hope that we will both have one day the chance to travel to Zion!

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