With my slightly heavy laptop bag strapped on, I hurriedly climbed the stairs that led to double platform at Kelana Jaya train station … alas, only to find that one had just sped off. Slightly dissapointed that this had set me back a couple of minutes till the next train arrived, i slowly observed, picked my spot and slotted myself into behind a lady who was lining up behind one of the marked queue lanes.This was good news of course, because being closer to the front gives one quicker access to a modern PJ morning rarity… empty seats. Yup, so to kill time, I picked up the morning paper and perused the sports section while some unintelligible sounds were being mumbled through the crackling loud speaker. I couldn’t quite make out what was being said.
Now, it wasn’t too long after that, that a train arrived in front of me. How fortunate! And it wasn’t even more than a 3 minute wait. As soon as the doors swung open and people stepped out of train, I was ready to board. I was taken a little aback that the lady waiting in line in front of me didn’t budge. Already in motion, I abruptly braked to prevent myself from knocking into her from the back. While the crowds jostled and pushed their way into the vacant coach to quickly get seated, I stood in silent bewilderment. A couple of split seconds later, and it was only when i heard a whistle blowing from the station marshall who was yelling for the newly boarded to vacate the vehicle that I realized the train was to be put “out of service”. Happens every now and then here… just that this time the muffled muted message through the intercom actually did mean something.
Lesson #1: If you didn’t pay attention to the message, you’re likely to find yourself hopping onto the wrong train.
I was slightly gleeful having been spared the ignominy of being unceremoniously shooed off a train. And so with a little smirk on my face, I unfolded my newspaper and resumed my very enjoyable reading of Liverpool’s recent misfortunes in the Carling Cup. The doors of the train before me (now forcefully vacated) shut close and then pulled away in the direction of the repair docks.Ā Still second behind pole position and with an ever increasing trail of people lined up behind me, no problem. I continued my leisurely wait.
Lesson #2 Don’t get too caught up with being first (in line for this case). Sometimes it even pays to be in second.
As life’s comedy would have it, a train suddenly roared into the station. However, this time it did not arrive in front of me … rather, behind me on the other side of the double platform. Suddenly, the tables were turned and from a position of certainty of getting a seat it turned into a pitiful turn around i had to make to head for the newly arrived train. There was a slight look of dismay in the eyes of some of those who had waited in line in the front for all this while only to see it all go to waste. In the blink of an eye, the poor people who were right at the back of the line were first to the sliding doors, bundled their way into the empty carriage. I never make a dash for these things, and so by the time I unhurriedly got into the train … there was but left one seat left vacant. Ah, amidst all the drama i was really grateful that there was still a spot for me. It was a shortlived respite for me, as at the very next stop a little old granny embarked … and I stood up to give her my last vestige of of hope of not having to carry my bag for the next 30 minutes to my distant stop. That was where i realized my third lesson for this early morning.
Lesson #3: “And, behold, there are last which shall be first, and there are first which shall be last.” (Luke 13:30)
Friday’s 3 reminder lessons to me with their own practical spiritual applications coming from one on a track mind.
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