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The
Onion Fable
by
Bobute
Walking
in a newly plowed field, I spotted a huge rock all
alone. Why was it the only one left when the field was
cleared? I sat beside it, gently touching the lines of time it
wore. Then I heard a voice!
"Have they gone yet?" Looking around I
saw no one. "Is it safe out there?" My response was "safe
from what? Where are you? Who are you?"
"Look under the rock." Now I'm sitting next to a talking
rock?! Not for long! I jumped up and stood back!
"Wait, please
don't go! I need to feel sun and the light of day."
"Ok, so you want me to move the rock for you?"
"Please, once more
before it is to late." I thought, you live under a rock.
What could possibly be too late in your world?
Finally, I was able to move, very gently, my ancient friend.
Elderly stones crumble easily. They must be handled very
carefully, you
know. After all, it knew more than I could ever imagine. In
a way I wished the old one would have spoken to me.
Much to my surprise, once the rock was moved, a big fat red onion
appeared covered in dirt. "Thanks, I needed that. What a
beautiful day, just look at that sun. It does feel so good on my
skin
again."
Ok, one talking fat red onion in an empty field living under a
rock! Bless my salad bowl, what is going on?
"Salad bowl, oh noooooooo where? Hide me quick before he finds
me."
"Before who find you?" Now I am talking to a red onion.
"The salad bowl, where all my friends were taken after the pickers
came."
"Well, my friend, not all went into a salad bowl. Some went to
market where they line up, each fresh and clean. Sometimes a cool
sprinkler turns on to refresh them, making them all look so
happy. Others help flavor delicious meals bringing happiness and
good health. Why would you want to hide here, alone, under the
old one? This is not why you were planted to grow with all the
others. You are very important with a job to do."
"I tried talking to him, but he would not listen." The old one
finally spoke. "We all have a purpose for being. The
ancestors of my friend have given nourishment since my youth when I was
a tiny pebble
by a stream. I have watched many changes all around. Each
one that does not fill his purpose for being here dies alone."
"The old one is right you know. You cannot hide under him and
live forever. You will wither, then waste away without sharing
the gifts you were given. Many do, never knowing their true
purpose.
How disappointing. It is time for me to say goodbye. The
sun is
going down I must hurry to prepare my evening meal."
"Wait" my friend spoke, kind of
afraid. "Take me with you please! I want to make you happy
and join you at your table. Your family needs me. I was
created to
be needed. I cannot hide with the old one any longer."
How many of us find a place to hide away until we wither and
die. Never knowing how we could have nourished the mind of a
child. Fed an old one who could not lift a spoon. Too
afraid to mix in
the salad bowl of life with each one different yet the same.
Hiding under a
rock without the light of day to warm us. Never
looking up into a night sky. Unsure to try being who we are
created to be. We make these decisions for ourselves.
Challenges
with triumphs waiting to be discovered. The choice is ours.
Bring a fork and jump in, the dressing is fine .............
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© 2006, Jace Carlton. All International Rights Reserved.
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