Here is the strangest thing about me. Lately, I am enamored with heavy equipment. I love it and wish I could operate it. I am that annoying person who drives very slowly through road construction sites so that I can stare at the machines. I never used to have this problem. I would drive right by without even giving the equipment a glance. Now, though, I can not stop staring. I love the buckets that scoop up the dirt and dump it into the back of trucks. I love the steamrollers that pack down new blacktop. I love the power and the noise.
Now, RG&E is doing some sort of gas line work on our street and has left equipment right by our house. I have been sitting on my porch and staring at it since I returned home from camp. The machines have made a terrible mess, digging up people’s front yards, but all I can think is that I wish I could be home during the workday to watch these machines do their work.
I walked over to the equipment today to take pictures. The neighbors were watching. They probably thought that I was taking pictures for some kind of complaint. I suppose they would never imagine that I love having these impressive machines so close to my house.
What draws me to these machines, this heavy equipment, at this point in my life? I think it is an admiration for their strength and power, their ability to function under adverse conditions, their capacity to move mountains by sheer force of will. I want to be like them in powering through obstacles, overcoming adversity, achieving results. Strength, tenacity, power, and endurance are all qualities I want to build in myself so that I overcome all obstacles that low vision may put in my path. Heavy equipment gets its power from the strength of its engine. I get my power from the strength of the faith, love, and hope in my life. Why would I fall in love with heavy equipment? I think I love heavy equipment because I want to learn to imitate its ability – I want to improve and beautify all the things (and people) that I touch.