We're here for a reason. I believe a bit of the reason is to throw little torches out to lead people through the dark.
This is the story of a college girl named Sandy. She told it to me. She and some friends decided to go to the north country during the February break to do some skiing and snow boarding.
One sunny day Debby took a picnic lunch and went off by herself for a walk in the woods. When the afternoon came and it was time to head back she realized to her dismay that she had lost the trail. She walked around in several directions looking for it, headed down a hill in the wrong direction and tried to retrace her steps. But it was hopeless. She was lost.
Soon night fell and it was very dark. She was frightened. After trying to get through the thick growth of trees and getting more scared every minute she, at last, saw a single light way in the distance. She knew it wasn't near where she had come from. She didn't know if it was a building or a street light or something else. But it was her only point of reference in the darkness, so she started to walk toward it.
It was very difficult because she had to go through a thick forest with foliage all around her that she couldn't see. And it had begun to snow, great thick flakes of snow. At one place she had to make her way down a steep hill and as she did she could no longer see the light. She was worried that if it was a house maybe they turned off the light. But she kept going.
Eventually she emerged from the forest and climbed her way up a slippery hill. when she got to the top she sighed with exhaustion and relief because she could once again see the light.
But it was still a long way off. In front of her was a snow covered field. It was above her ankles and she had great trouble trudging her way through , occasionally slipping and falling face first down into it. But as she moved slowly across the field she began to make out the appearance of a small house. Encouraged, she tried to pick up her pace, but it was just not possible to go any faster. The thick snow and the weariness was slowing her down.
As she got closer to the house she stepped into a very cold stream. Now both her feet were soaking wet and painful. But when she managed to get out of the stream she could see the house had a porch with steps leading up to it.
Painfully she approached the steps which were so covered with snow she couldn't make out one step from another. Nevertheless she pulled herself up to the porch. She couldn't see through the windows because of the shades, but at the end of the parch there was a door. She went to the door and knocked hoping there was someone inside. A long moment went by and suddenly she was flooded in light as the porch lights went on. She saw the shade of the nearest window go up. She went to it and looked into the face of an older man who said something she couldn't hear.
Then her heart gripped as the porch light went out. She couldn't have come this far to be turned away. She heard the latch of the door move but didn't know if it was being opened or closed. Her fears were unnecessary for right then the door opened, the man held out his hand and asked her if she was alone. When she said she was, he helped her inside.
He turned out to be a very nice gentleman. He checked over her fingers and toes for frost bite, let her have a hot shower, loaned her some warm clothes, fed her and gave her a bed for the night. The next morning he drove her back to where her friends were.
Maral: You never know when your light is going to save someone from the darkness.
DB - The Vagabond
Never give up.
It's a long, hot, sticky summer, so here's a hot, sticky question for you. Don't let the recent New York State decision rob you of your thunder.
Same sex marriage. Should it be legal or not? If so, why? If not, why not?
10 answers so far.
You have until the last day of summer, but don't dally.
I eagerly await your answer.