Part of a Gift...
Long time ago, in Africa, there was a school which was built by
missionaries and taught by teachers who came from a world across the
seas.
They were different, and they were kind.
An African boy, who didn't have much in possession, came to this school, which started of, by teaching concepts as stories. He soon became the brightest of students of his teacher.
Then, the teacher taught the story of Christmas and the practice of gifting. All the kids were excited and waited for December, for this festival known as Christmas.
As December neared, the boy grew anxious. He wanted to please his teacher, and went through all his ideas of gift and discarded it as unworthy of his teacher.
Then He heard of the beautiful sands of the beaches of Coastal Africa. Only one elder in his village has ever been there. The boy did his research, pestered the old man for all the details
And one fine morning asked his teacher for permission of a month to embark on a journey. His teacher was upset but granted him leave. She wondered how much he would miss and where was he going. No answer were forthcoming.
The boy walked for 40 days and 40 nights to reach the coasts of Africa, There he found the fabled sand more beautiful than described, And lying on the sand, was an exquisite shell of the palest pink. He smiled.
The teacher on Christmas day was a sad person. Her student, who asked permission, didn't return when expected. Days passed and ...
One day, She looked up and found him on the doorway, tired and dusty and brown, but happy.
The boy came forward and said: "From me, to you, For Christmas. "
The teacher gasped to see what the bag of cloth held: Sand that glittered like rainbow, with an exquisite pink shell half buried in it.
"Where did you find these?" She knew he was a poor boy...
He said "I brought it for you from the sea shores of Africa."
"But we live miles away from the coast", wondered the teacher.
The boy smiled and said "The Journey is part of the gift"...
They were different, and they were kind.
An African boy, who didn't have much in possession, came to this school, which started of, by teaching concepts as stories. He soon became the brightest of students of his teacher.
Then, the teacher taught the story of Christmas and the practice of gifting. All the kids were excited and waited for December, for this festival known as Christmas.
As December neared, the boy grew anxious. He wanted to please his teacher, and went through all his ideas of gift and discarded it as unworthy of his teacher.
Then He heard of the beautiful sands of the beaches of Coastal Africa. Only one elder in his village has ever been there. The boy did his research, pestered the old man for all the details
And one fine morning asked his teacher for permission of a month to embark on a journey. His teacher was upset but granted him leave. She wondered how much he would miss and where was he going. No answer were forthcoming.
The boy walked for 40 days and 40 nights to reach the coasts of Africa, There he found the fabled sand more beautiful than described, And lying on the sand, was an exquisite shell of the palest pink. He smiled.
The teacher on Christmas day was a sad person. Her student, who asked permission, didn't return when expected. Days passed and ...
One day, She looked up and found him on the doorway, tired and dusty and brown, but happy.
The boy came forward and said: "From me, to you, For Christmas. "
The teacher gasped to see what the bag of cloth held: Sand that glittered like rainbow, with an exquisite pink shell half buried in it.
"Where did you find these?" She knew he was a poor boy...
He said "I brought it for you from the sea shores of Africa."
"But we live miles away from the coast", wondered the teacher.
The boy smiled and said "The Journey is part of the gift"...
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