He took the glass and held it up to the light. The potion he had made had been concocted of sweat and tears. He knew it had to be authentic to work. Dropping a glass bead into the bottom of the beaker he started to swirl the liquid, mixing it slowly; stirred, never shaken. Exercising caution, the man put the beaker down on the stand.
At just that moment something caught his eye. As he was looking out his front door he saw a bright thing in the yard. It sparkled and danced in the sunlight. It was the crystal hanging around the neck of his muse, his love, his life. She danced while she walked, showing a sweetness that only someone as pure as she could display. He knew at that moment no potion would be needed. He had everything right in front of him.
Once upon a time there was a boy who wanted to grow a beanstalk. He decided to research all of the things he would need to make sure his plant was healthy and grew as much as it could. The boy did his research and bought all of the materials he needed. He set up his planting area and tended to his planting. The beanstalk grew and grew. When it was almost big enough for him to climb, the giant came and chopped that beanstalk down. The boy was crushed. He cried and cried. All of his work, wasted!
The giant, who had learned about the beanstalk that was being grown, found the idea of this beanstalk atrocious! Without even thinking he went and he cut that beanstalk down. He didn’t think about the time the boy had put into planning his growing. The giant didn’t think of the pride that went along with the growth of the beanstalk. The giant hadn’t been thinking and unfortunately didn’t have anyone he could talk to. This led to what he did. He cut that beanstalk down.
Now the boy has moved on but the giant continues to cry. He is sad that the boy was upset. He is sad that the boy has gone away. He is sad he didn’t think first about what he was doing before making such a rash decision. The giant lives with this and because the boy has gone away, the giant is afraid that he will have to live with this sorrow forever.
Perhaps someday the giant can forgive himself for what he had done. Would you forgive him?
I wonder what people in heaven are thinking when they see almost 95% of a filled restaurant on portable devices, showing moving pictures, playing games, talking back to them? Do they find it strange that humans can no longer live for more than a few minutes without a portable phone out and in use? Do you think we look a little dumb?