The squalling winds had settled down to a stiff breeze as the young boy alternately sauntered and skipped across the beach. Suddenly, a strangely shaped object whitened by the action of the elements attracted his attention. As thick as a man’s leg at one end, curved and tapering out almost to a point at the other, it came almost to his shoulder.
Laying it out in front of him with the care of newly
born wonder, he picked up a nearby rock and started to pound it to see what it
was made from. After fifteen minutes of profuse sweating and little headway its
hardness defeated his efforts.
With a gleam of joy in his eyes he came to a definite
decision. Picking it up and dragging it through the sand, he hauled it slowly
up the rise to his home a few hundred metres away.
There, his father and elder brother were halfway
through the building of a new brick fence to replace the wooden one that had
been flattened by the worst storm in recent memory. Seeing his young son
puffing and dragging a huge curved thing across the grass he cried,
“What do
you have there?”
“I don’t
know Dad, I found it on the beach. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Taking it
in his hands and examining it from different angles his father stated simply,
“It’s
part of the backbone of a whale. It must have been washed up on the
beach during the storm. Why did you bring it here?
With
innocent pride the boy announced his excellent idea,
“I
thought you could use it in the fence. It’s so strong.”
“No doubt
about its strength, son. Many fishing boats have felt the power
behind a whale’s swishing tail. But it would be out of place in the fence. It
just wouldn’t fit in with the bricks and mortar. Instead of
helping it would probably make the structure weaker.”
Uncomprehending and with a forlorn cast of his head he
turned to lug it back to the beach.
“Then you
can’t use it?”
“No, son.
In spite of its strength, it can only have curiosity value.”
*****
Things really only have power and strength when used
in their right context. If I have all the patience in the world, yet the
situation requires determined action, my internal structure is weakened and
therefore any protection it could have afforded me is lessened.
If I have unabated enthusiasm to act yet the
circumstances necessitate perseverance, I’ll not be able to withstand the
pressures they bring.
Meditation helps me to accumulate spiritual powers and
virtues so that they are at my disposal when and where I choose to use them.
Short story from the book,"Reflexões para uma vida plena" by Ken O'Donnell , Editora Integrare, São Paulo (link)
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