Building Bridges

We are more than halfway through the year, and while we still have a lot of projects and events left in 2019, we will soon be coming to the elections for our 2020 chapter leadership.

As I think back through this year, I think about why we all choose to be Jaycees, and to give of ourselves. I am reminded of the poem “The Bridge Builder” by Will Allen Dromgoole:

An old man going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
Through which was flowing a sullen tide
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.

“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way;
You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build this bridge at evening tide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head;
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followed after me to-day
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!”

As Jaycees, we build the bridges to a better future for all who will follow us. So a special thank you to everyone who has joined us this year in bringing positive change to our community and the world!

Grandfather Mountain Heavy Fog – Bridge To Nowhere (photograph by Dave Allen )