In light of the recent controversy going on with this bridge – just Google “governor Chris Christie and George Washington Bridge” and you’ll get the full scoop that’s gripping the political world in the US right now – I decided to post a few pictures of this beautiful bridge that links my former neighborhood of Washington Heights and Fort Lee NJ.
I used to walk across this bridge every day to go to work and every night going home (a six mile roundtrip) before I got my first paycheck and took the bus to work. I was 21 years old and my mother had just passed away. I had no money and was days away from being homeless. The job came at an opportune time, saving me from facing even more desperate times. I remember walking on that bridge during rain, cold weather and on long tired nights. I took that time to mourn my mother, shedding many tears on that bridge. I talked to her and I said many silent prayers. I was at my lowest point in my life. I was alone with my thoughts, always thinking. I had no idea what was in store for me in my future. The only thing I knew was that I had to keep on taking those steps, one at a time and hoping for the best.
Those days seem like a lifetime ago. I’m not so different now than that 21 year old young man who walked across that bridge. I’m a little older and more than a little grayer. I smile now like I often do when I drive across that bridge. The bad times ultimately became good times and in the end, I turned out alright. So whenever I see this bridge in photos, on the news during traffic reports or when I’m driving over it, I am forever reminded of that special period in my life and I just smile.
The George Washington Bridge will always be my bridge and a symbol of home.