Sunday, July 22, 2012

.....just never give up

Let me read it to you!


He seemed to be getting nowhere. When he was a child he set out a plan; a plan which would take him to where he wanted to be. But his goal was like the treasure at the end of a rainbow. With every step forward it moved one step further away. He knew he didn’t have much more time, because like a rainbow, when his sun ceased to shine, the colours of optimism would fade and disappear into the dark grey yonder.

He went to his grandfather for help. “Lad” he said, “To reach life’s goals you must run when you can”. But he ran too fast stumbling along the way leaving a trail of failures in his tracks. “Walk if you have to” he’d said. But he walked with head bowed passing by so many of the opportunities that life held up in front him. If only he’d bothered to look ahead. “Crawl if you must” his grandfather said. He crawled, he pleaded, he begged but beseeching gained him no favours.

When his grandfather passed away, black clouds of despair began to cover the blue sky of hope. Then one day the last words his grandfather had uttered echoed in his mind. “Just never give up lad” he’d said.  With that, he saw one shimmering ray of sunshine, and he resolved to claim the treasure that had always been just beyond his grasp. He gazed heavenward. “I won’t let you down Grandad” he yelled.


Written for the Sunday Scribblings prompt 'Treasure' and Carry On Tuesday's quote from Dean Karnazes. 

14 comments:

  1. How lovely to hear you read..i left believing he really didn't let his Granddad down..jae

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  2. Reminded me of the Alchemist. It is the journey that is important:) Nice to hear you read.

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  3. Excellent! And how delightful to hear you reading your own words! I love the lesson here, so true, both of running and crawling thru life. I have a friend whose mantra is "start again". It ties in well with never give up, we fall, we fail, we start again. We must never give up... we are survivors!

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  4. It was really lovely to hear you read. I love being read to!

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  5. There is something quite soporific in being read to, I suppose it comes from our early years being read to by our parents. Later when my wife was ill I used to read to her at night and she usually fell asleep as I did so. As she slowly got better she said to me one morning "Could you stop reading crime novels to me as they are so exciting I can't get to sleep"

    I enjoyed this immensely.

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  6. Awww... a lovely tale and lessons well learned too. What a lovely read :)

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  7. A wonderful little story with a clear message, which is hard one to learn.
    Must check out you reading the story. Cheers

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  8. What a lovely tale of perseverance ... good take on the prompt :-)

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  9. great piece, and listening to your lovely, crisp, English accent made it even better.....

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  10. HAHA! I am such a typical American in this one way, I love an accent. I am jealous, of course. Mine was left behind when my relatives crossed the pond. This read like child's fable.

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  11. Which mean I enjoyed it very much!

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  12. lovely post Mr Keiths, i like the description

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  13. Oh, so nice, Keith!! Thank you for reading your story (to me). Perhaps you wouldn't mind another when it's time for sleep?

    Lovely story and use of the prompt!

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  14. oh, i love the way you wove the prompt into such an ultimately heart-warming tale!

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