Hello and Welcome
So nice to have you here with my second edition of Short Stories for children and adults alike. These carefully chosen gems are well worth the read. I may be a little biased but I consider them to be not only original but some of the best short stories online. I am sure every reader will be just that little bit more aware for the experience.
THE OLD DONKEY
There was once an old farmer who just happened to own an old donkey. The donkey fell into the farmers well. The farmer heard the donkey’s distress, praying or whatever it is that donkeys choose to do when they fall into a well.
After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathised with the donkey but made a decision that neither the donkey nor the well was worth the trouble of saving.
Instead, he called his neighbours together, told them what happened, and employed them to help him haul fill, which included large rocks tree branches and dirt to bury the old donkey in the well and put him out of his misery, as you can imagine, the old donkey was hysterical.
But as the farmer and his neighbours continued shovelling, and the fill continued to hit and injure his back, suddenly, a thought struck him. It suddenly dawned on him that every time a shovel load of fill landed on his back, as painful as it was, he would shake it off and step up.
This he did, blow after blow ‘shake it off and step up, shake it off and step up, shake it up and step up,’ He repeated to encourage himself. No matter how painful the blows, or how distressing the situation seemed, the old donkey fought the fear and the panic and just kept right on, SHAKING IT OFF AND STEPPING UP.
It wasn’t long before the old donkey, battered bruised and exhausted stepped triumphantly over the wall of that well. What seemed like it would bury him, and kill him actually helped him..all because of the manner in which he handled his adversity and his thinking.
The park bench was deserted as I sat down. I felt disappointed with life. The world seemed intent on dragging me down and I had every right to frown, the day wasn’t going the way I’d planned, and if that wasn’t enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of breath approached me all tired from playing.
He stood beside me with great excitement and said, ‘Look what I found’. In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight it was. Its petals were wilting from not enough water or too little light. I wanted him to take his dead flower and go away.
So I faked a smile and then turned my head. But instead of leaving he sat down next to me. He placed the flower to his nose and declared with surprise ‘ It sure smells pretty and it’s beautiful, that’s why I picked it, Here it’s for you, Beautiful?’
This weed before me was dying. It was not vibrant with colour or life. I didn’t want to accept it, but I thought if I didn’t he might not leave, so I reached out for the flower and replied annoyed, ‘Oh just what I needed.’ But instead of placing it in my hand he held it in the air.
It was then I noticed for the very first time that this overly positive boy could not see, he was blind. Shocked, tears started running like rain. As I then graciously thanked him for picking the very best one, you are very welcome, he smiled and then ran off to play.’
He was completely unaware of the impact he had just made on my day. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman sulking on a bench. Perhaps from his heart, he’d been blessed with true sight.
It was then, finally through the eyes of a blind child that I could see the problem was with me, for I had been blind, at that moment I vowed to see the beauty in life, to be grateful for my life and appreciate every second that’s mine. I held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance, it was beautiful.
Then I sat and watched the young boy off in the distance pick another wilted flower, and approach another unsuspecting old man. He was about to change another life.
LOVE SUCCESS WEALTH
A woman came out of her house one night and saw three old men with long beards sitting in her front yard.
She did not recognise them but she invited them in any way.” We do not go into a house together.” They replied, “Why is that?” She wanted to know.
One of the old men explained: His name is Wealth,” He said pointing to one of his friends and said pointing to another one, “He is Success, and I am Love.”
He then smiled and added, “Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home.” The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. “How nice!” He said. “Let us invite Wealth. let him come in and fill our home with wealth!”
His wife disagreed. “My dear, why don’t we invite Success?” Their daughter in law was listening from the other corner of the house, she jumped in with her own suggestion: “Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will be filled with Love.”
Let us heed our daughter in laws advice,” said the husband to his wife.’Go out and invite Love to be our guest.”
The woman went out and asked the three old men,”Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest.”
‘Love’ got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 got up and followed him.
Surprised the lady asked Wealth and Success: ” I only invited Love, why are you coming in?”
The old men replied together, “If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other 2 of us would’ve stayed out, But since you invited Love, wherever he goes, we go with him.
And so it goes in life, wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success.
Two men both seriously ill occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon. His bed was next to the rooms only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men would talk for hours. They spoke of their wives and their families, their home, where they lived, and where they had been on vacation, every afternoon.
When the man in the bed by the window could sit up he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the hospital window.
The man in the other bed began to live for that one hour each day, where his world would be broadened and enlightened by all the activity of the world outside. the window overlooked a park and a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their toy boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn’t hear the band, he could see it in his mind’s eye. Weeks and months passed. One morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths, only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take the body. As soon as it seemed appropriate the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window.
The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him. Slowly painfully he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He struggled, but finally, he slowly turned to look out the window beside his new bed.
It faced a blank wall. Later the man asked the nurse, “How this could be?” The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said perhaps he just wanted to make you feel better.
There is tremendous joy in making others happy, despite our own personal problems.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness shared is doubled.
Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indians youths rite of passage? His father takes his son into the forest blindfolded and leaves him there alone. He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not take off the blindfold until a ray of sun shines through it.
He is all alone, by himself. He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the night …He is a Man.
He cannot tell the other boys of this experience. Each boy must come into his own manhood.
The boy was terrified, he could hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts were all around him. Maybe even some other human would hurt him. He was completely at the mercy of the night. The wind blew through the trees and grass and the earth and it shook his stump.
But he sat bravely never removing the blindfold, it would be the only way he could become a man.
Finally, after a horrific night of fear, the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold. It was then that he saw his father sitting on the stump next to him at watch the entire night.
We are never truly alone. Even when we don’t know it our family and friends are watching out for us, sitting on a stump beside us.
Please feel welcome to leave your thoughts below and if you have an original and thought-provoking short story, I would be more than glad to hear from you and publish it in a future Short Story Post.
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