Sunday, September 6, 2009
On a Journey
There once was an Indian chief that had three sons.
His lesson to teach was theirs to learn.
He sent them on an errand. To climb a specially high mountain and bring back what they may find.
They set off on their journey, hiked to the mountain and saw that it was very tall.
The first son climbed to just above the point where the mountain was changing from grassy to rocky, getting tired he picked some heather to bring back to show his father.
The second son, climbed to a point where the eagles hung out, the taller trees, with their nesting grounds. He found an eagle feather to show his father.
The last son, climbed and climbed, getting very tired,but finally making it to the top. Alas ther was nothing there to bring to his father. Hanging his head in shame he headed back down the mountain to face his father.
The first son arrived with the heather, and his father told the son, well son at least you made an attempt at this errand, but you only made the first plateau. The heather only grows in the lower resting area, where most people stop.
The second son arrived with the eagle feather, knowing that his father would be much pleased with this prize.
The father greeted the son and accepted the eagle feather. My son you took off an the errand and you did very well, it is not an easy task I know and to bring back this eagle feather is very commendable. A job well done my son.
The third son arrived, with a tear in his eye, he said. Father forgive me for failing you by bringing nothing back, not even a small token, or gift. My father, at the top of the mountain, there was nothing to find, other than the view of our great lands, the river winding below. the wind blowing in your face, and a peace and calm that i have never before felt in my short life, my father can you forgive me? Oh, my son, there is nothing to forgive, for you see, you are the only one that truly fulfilled the task, the greatest gift you could have given me is in the pride I now have. A son that dares to go where only the eagles dare soar.
I can't remember where or when I first heard this story, only that I was very young when I heard it, and I have no idea whether I even told it to it's truest. There is no particular author that i know of, but isn't a great story to tell to others.
Thanks for today and hopefully I can write another something tomorrow.
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