Aqueduct in Segovia, Spain

Arched bridges have been around for a long time. According to Wikipedia, the oldest of these might be the Mycenaean Arkadiko bridge in Greece, which dates back to about 1300 B.C. It’s a motley looking thing, built across a culvert with stones that look as though they might prefer not being so close to one another. It looks a bit like something I would probably come up with if tasked with erecting a stone bridge.

It was the Romans who really got the hang of building arch bridges. The Spaniards’ bridges, such as the Alcantara (erected circa 105 A.D.) weren’t too shabby either, using multiple arches to create long spans to build their majestic, multi-level aqueducts.

One thing you will find, though, with every arched bridge, including those built in modern times, is a keystone, or something that fills the job of a keystone. The keystone is that last piece that is set at the very peak of the arch and is the stone that allows the transfer of weight into a horizontal thrust, restrained by abutments on either side. Importantly, without a keystone, the whole shooting match will collapse.

Bridges have long been a metaphor for getting from one place to another. In our personal lives, these are often milestones, such as a wedding or school graduation. These transitions may also include getting from a difficult place to a less difficult place, such as a divorce in a marriage gone awry or finding a job after getting laid off. Recovering from the loss of a loved one, or a home lost in a storm, also requires some kind of bridge–once again, something to allow passage from one place in the timelines of our lives to another. And rarely is a bridge possible without the help of others, be they one’s parents footing a tuition bill or the colleagues with whom one networks in order to find a new job.

True, there are those who seem to need no help at all in making these changes. But this is no more than an illusion: no one can do so without a keystone, even it reveals itself to be no more than persistence and determination.

For most of us, though, these keystones usually come in the form of family and friends. The people in our lives to whom we can always turn: thus, the distinction between an acquaintance and a friend, I might add.

Keystones may be found in the form of parents paving the way for their children to reach adulthood, or a mentor, or simply a kind neighbor. As we watch the citizens of New Orleans and Joplin recover from their horrific losses, and now those in the West reeling from raging forest fires, we see citizens from all over America stepping up to help. Some send money; some send materials; others show up in person with vanloads of bottled water. These folks are all part of the keystone for someone else’s bridge. And there is only one thing more gratifying than finding someone who is willing to be your keystone when you really need one, and that is to be a keystone for someone else.

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    This is beautifully and wonderfully said. A keystone of understanding itself. It, too, might have been what our dear President was thinking when he was talking about ‘not building it yourself….’, referring to all of those unrecognized keystones that pervade our lives without our recognition.
    Either way this is an eloquent piece and, as usual, straight from the heart.

    I wanted to thank all of you for your comments. But, especially that of David, since, coincidentally, I also picked up on how this might apply to Mr. Obama’s comments as well as some from Mr. Romney. In fact, I just received the edited version back from Lynn earlier this week. It is entitled “Connections” and I will publish it shortly, but it will be under the “Polity” series rather than “Reverie.”

    well there you have it. sjpeaking of erections , I was drawn to my present husband while he was at work..his t-shirt said 24 hour erection, the back was the logo for lincoln log homes…I do o much appreciate humor in life

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