The Hammond Depot Station, well the railway was established in 1854. The actual station opened in 1912 and was renovated in 2008, but they made sure not to change much. The building itself is still the same structure; the old handmade wood benches sit in their same spots, and the ticket counter had a worker behind it that looked like he could pop up at any moment to say “All Aboard!”
The smell overcame me to the point I had to sit down to let it all soak in. It felt like I slipped into a time of hope, mixed with worry and uncertainty of the unknown, but the courage of knowing anything can be overcome.
I felt a sense that something would be waiting for me, something beautiful, like a beautifully designed life wrapped shiny paper with a big bow!
It’s like someone deep within the very being of my very soul said: “Get on the train and BE, let go of the fear of your thoughts of what can’t be and BE.” I felt a Light guiding me towards, not only, attaining my ultimate level in life, but being it, enjoying it, celebrating it.
It doesn’t feel like I’m going up the road, back to New Orleans, which is only an hour away. It feels like I’m going on a journey to live life, enjoy every piece of it and the people in it. Living it unafraid, expecting a mountain to conquer, a bridge to cross, and the courage to discover what I was thought was impossible …
I have no choice, but to do it, because without even knowing who, someone before me did it and made way for me to continue down this road of life.
My ancestors made it so that I can buy a ticket online without showing who I am; it doesn’t matter if I was male, female, or the color of my skin. I can simply go to this same old station of forgotten hard times, show my ticket, and sit where I please.
Just like that, I can do Me in ease, because of those who came before fought a great fight just for me…Nola Chic