Don’t despise the day of small things

How’s it going with you?

Yesterday I was out in baking hot sunshine looking to ride the 37 odd miles to Worthing. Then come back and do it all over again!

You see I love to challenge myself, always looking for that next achievement.

Incidentally at work my figures have gone from class leading to mediocre and that’s made me question if I should jack it all in.

At least I’ve got my bikes!

Last week’s Worthing route (mostly along the Downs Link was somewhat banana shaped. This time I tried a more direct approach.

Somehow my legs seemed to be struggling, I started reflecting on how life is like a long bike ride.

For every flat road, or gentle downward slope there’s what Bunyan might call a Hill of Difficulty.

Even worse, you might enter the slough of despond.

So there I was making faster progress than I realised when I came to a junction.

I pulled over grabbed my map to check the right route and a “hissssssss” came from my back tyre.

How’s that even possible? I wasn’t on the gravel tracks this time round.

Looking  down I spotted a tear in the tyre. Like a good Boy Scout I’d come prepared, so it would surely be a small inconvenience?

In a moment I had the back wheel off and then I heard a pleading voice, “Sir, could you lend me a pump, I’m prepared to wait”.

No problem- a flat front was soon inflated.

Then a guy stopped to check if I needed help.

Indeed I did!

I’d packed a 29” tube, and needed 26”!

Moments later a chap on a gravel bike pulled up to see if he could help.

He was about to give me his spare tube, but could see all I needed was a small patch which he then applied.

He wouldn’t take anything in return, but had saved my bacon – Miles from the nearest bike shop.

Once in Worthing I bought a new tyre, new tube, and spare valves. The chap running the shop originally sold me the bike and spotted a slack headset- fixing it free. Nice of him.

Coming home in the evening I took a brief break on a bench at Handcross. I think my front light may have shone into someone’s front room.

I’d hardly sat down (probably looking weary) when a chapped bobbed out into the street “Would you like a drink?”

Although my drink bottle was full I was filled with a sense of well being.

Those random acts of kindness outweigh any of my biggest goals!

”Don’t despise the day of small things”

Zechariah 4:10

5 comments on “Don’t despise the day of small things”

  1. I’m glad you stayed out of the slough of despond.

  2. Soooo did you accept the drink?…a cuppa tea?!

    Sent from my iPhone


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