11/18/2015
Storytelling is part of the fabric of our lives. Stories create opportunities to debate, question, inspire, wonder and relate. No matter how old you are, or who you are, sharing a story is exciting and powerful. What better way to relate to someone than through a story? Children love to hear bedtime stories. Elders love to pass on history and wisdom to younger generations. Life events are captured forever through stories.
Stories shared here and in the weeks to come are for the ages. I hope you will read these stories, be entertained, reflect on their meaning, and share with others.
The Fire Walker
Ari was next in line to walk the path of fire. All the other thirteen year-old boys had already been chosen to walk the path of fire. Five boys quit and stumbled off in tears. Seven boys burned their feet badly. The path of fire had been a tradition in the Spero Tribe for generations. Most of the younger, and some of the older members of the tribe however, did not want the path of fire to continue. No one talked openly about stopping this tradition.
Ari approached the ten-foot long path of hot amber coals with fear and a sense of intimidation. Ari thought for a moment as he gazed at the path of fire. He knew that he had two choices: to quit after a couple of ill-fated steps or make it through to the end. However far he got, his head kept telling him that his feet would be burned, and for what? No matter what he tried, Ari could not prepare himself to walk the path of fire. Breaking tradition would mean swift humiliation he thought. As he considered taking his first step, he looked over to the circle of tribal elders and tribal members watching him. Some members were yelling words of encouragement. Some were weeping. And still others stared in cold silence.
For an instant, Ari's eyes fixed on his father's face. Ari was searching for a sign from his father but there appeared none. His father had walked the path of fire a generation ago. Ari wondered how his father would feel if he chose not to walk the path of fire. Ari knew in his heart that his father loved him and that his father's love was strong.
Ari took one more deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. He opened his eyes and with an inner strength he had not summoned before, turned and walked away from the path of fire. Some tribal members cheered. Ari's father cried with pride. Tribal elders looked on with astonishment. The Tribal Chief smiled.
The End.