I was reminiscing the
other day about being in Montreal, many years ago…what a great city…stayed on
Guy Street at a hotel no longer there…had some delicious barbecue…wanted to go
to the art museum but never quite made it…went into one restaurant and the
waitress only spoke French…we managed to order some toast and coffee…sometimes
life is about overcoming barriers, language or otherwise…of course when I was
walking down a street there somebody asked me for directions (in French of
course) and I wasn’t able to help…sorry fella…watched a Canadian League
football game on TV in my room one night…the Alouettes were playing…had a great
time there despite some barriers (like I didn’t speak French), but there were
plenty of people who spoke English and even the ones that didn’t were patient
with this tourist…the barriers were overcome like how the water overcomes the
large stones in its path…it finds a way…we can find a way to if we try hard
enough.
