Sometimes Thing had so much fun on his own that he forgot that he was alone. He’d race the spiders to the front of the cave or he’d dance around the fire just because he wanted to. Some days while dancing he would shout out, ‘what do you think of this?’ to his family and then he’d remember they were gone.
One day a new kid came to
school, a kid by the name of Billy McGuire and he was everything that a popular
kid should be. He was good at everything, and the girls swarmed around him and
the boys all wanted to be his friend. You see Billy was a good-looking kid and
at school that meant everything.
He soon became the Captain
of just about every sport except the girls’ netball. People came to him for
advice, even the teachers would let him off with work, usually with the cry:
“Sure Billy, you take as
much time as you want.”
Thing, on the other hand was
considered the complete opposite of Billy. It was assumed that he was no good
at sports, but then again no one would let him try.
“I ain’t showering with that
freak,” they would say.
But Thing knew that he could
throw things farther and that he could jump higher than anyone else in his
school. Yet because of the way he looked, folks tended to think that he was
simple, and stupid, and lame.
One day Billy McGuire passed Thing and said 'hello' and everyone thought that Billy was a great guy for spending some of his day saying 'hello' to a thing like Thing.
One day Billy McGuire passed Thing and said 'hello' and everyone thought that Billy was a great guy for spending some of his day saying 'hello' to a thing like Thing.
But Thing read and he read
real good. Billy McGuire didn’t have to try too hard so reading wasn’t a
requirement in his life. Now I’m not saying that Billy was wrong, if life comes
at you on a plate, well you just got to eat it.
But Thing watched people and
Thing could see that some folks were good and some folks were bad and most
folks were always going between one or the other.
Thing always made it a plan,
that no matter how bad he felt on any day, he would do something good for
someone and never let any one know about it.
Then one afternoon while
Thing was walking down by the stream that led back home, he saw Billy McGuire
put a little animal in a bag and throw it into the stream. Billy walked off
whistling to himself and as soon as he had disappeared, Thing rescued the
little critter and after making sure it was all right, he set it free.
And right there and then,
Thing realised that sometimes good looking people are considered to be
something they’re not, just because of their looks and that people who look different
are considered bad at doing stuff just because folks don’t like the way they
are.
bobby stevenson 2013
I have not been able to visit with thing for quite sometime due to traveling and lack of consistent internet . I see that my something has developed into a practicing Nichiren Buddhist full of love and compassion and wisdom for his fellow somethings. I love thing so very much. Thanks Bobby ,you are remarkable. Lynn Fux.I would like to refer you to a FRIENND OF MINE IN THE UK Robbie WHO'S BLOG HAS JUST WON INSPIRATIONAL BLOG OF THE YEAR. I THINK YOU WILL BE VERY INTERESTED: http://www.nichirenletters.com/2013/10/the-power-of-words.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+nichirenletters%2FmftA+%28Letters+to+a+Nichiren+Buddhist....%29
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