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The Fable of quest and fulfilment

Discussion in 'Mind, Body & Spirit' started by daisy3, Jun 25, 2009.

  1. daisy3

    daisy3 Member

    By- Shel Silberstein

    “The missing piece meets Big O”

    The missing piece sat alone waiting for someone to come along
    Take it somewhere, somewhere to fit
    But could not role
    Others could role
    But did not fit
    One didn’t know a Thing about fitting
    And another
    Didn’t know a thing
    About anything
    One was too delicate
    One put it on a pedestal
    And left it there
    Some had too many pieces missing
    Some had too many pieces period
    It learned to hide from hungry ones.
    More came
    Some looked too closely
    Other’s rolled right by without noticing
    It tried to make itself more attractive
    It didn’t help
    It tried being flashy
    But that just frightened the shy ones away
    At last one came along
    That fit just right
    But all of a sudden
    The missing piece began to grow and grow
    “I didn’t know you were growing”
    “didn’t know either” said the missing piece.
    I’m looking for my missing piece that won’t increase …sigh!!!!!!
    And then one day
    One came along who looked different.
    What do you want of me? Asked the missing piece
    What do you need from me?
    “Who are you’ asked the missing piece
    “I’m the Big O” said Big O.
    I think you are the one, I have been waiting for said the missing piece
    “may be I’m your missing piece”
    But I’m not missing a piece
    Said Big O
    There is no place you would fit
    That’s too bad said missing piece
    I was hoping that perhaps
    I could roll with you……..
    “You cannot roll with me said big O’

    “But perhaps you can roll by yourself”
    “By myself?”
    A missing piece cannot roll by itself
    Have you tried?
    Asked big O
    But I have sharp corners
    Said the missing piece
    I’m not shaped for rolling
    Corners wear off said big O
    And shapes change, any how I must say good bye ! Perhaps we will meet again
    And away it rolled
    The missing piece was alone again
    For a long time. It just sat there.
    It lifted itself up on one end
    And flopped over
    Then lifted ..pull..flop-
    It began to move forward
    And soon its edges began to wear off,
    Lift.. Pull.. flop.. lift ..pull ..flop..
    And it’s shape began to change
    And then it was bumping instead of flopping
    And then it was bouncing
    Instead of bumping
    And then it was rolling instead of bouncing
    And it didn’t know where and it didn’t care
    It was rolling

    This fable reminds me of our individual journeys and efforts, if we make enough will surely get us to what we want or where we want to be….
    Please share your favourite fables and poems.
    Love and peace
    Last edited: Jun 27, 2009
  2. Wind Rider

    Wind Rider Member

    This is a real story but it has a great message.

    YouTube - Cliff Young

    Cliff Young, a farmer who inspired a nation

    The whole nation thought he was a crazy old man to undertake an almost impossible feat. Most feared that he would die trying. But this humble old man proved all the critics wrong.
    Cliff Young, at 61 years of age, participated in 1983’s Sydney to Melbourne race. Considered to be the world’s toughest race, with the distance of 875 kilometers and took at least 6 to 7 days to finish, Cliff Young entered the race against world-class athletes. Read how he achieved the unthinkable and inspires the whole nation.

    The Beginning

    Every year, Australia hosts an 875-kilometer endurance racing from Sydney to Melbourne – considered to be the world’s longest and toughest ultra-marathon. It’s a long, tough race that takes a week and normally participated by world-class athletes who train specially for the event. Backed by big names in sports like Nike, these athletes are mostly less than 30 years old men and women equipped with the most expensive sponsored training outfits and shoes.

    In 1983, these top class runners were in for a surprise. On the day of the race, a guy named Cliff Young showed up. At first, no one cared about him since everybody thought he was there to watch the event. After all, he was 61 years old, showed up in overalls and galoshes over his work boots.

    As Cliff walked up to the table to take his number, it became obvious to everybody he was going to run. He was going to join a group of 150 world-class athletes and run! During that time, these runners don’t even know another surprising fact – his only trainer was his 81-year-old mother, Neville Wran.

    Everybody thought that it was a crazy publicity stunt. But the press was curious, so as he took his number 64 and moved into the pack of runners in their special, expensive racing outfit, the camera focused on him and reporters started to ask:

    “Who are you and what are you doing?”

    “I’m Cliff Young. I’m from a large ranch where we run sheep outside of Melbourne.”

    They said, “You’re really going to run in this race?”

    “Yeah,” Cliff nodded.

    “Got any backers?”


    “Then you can’t run.”

    “Yeah I can.” Cliff said. “See, I grew up on a farm where we couldn’t afford horses or four wheel drives, and the whole time I was growing up– until about four years ago when we finally made some money and got a four wheeler– whenever the storms would roll in, I’d have to go out and round up the sheep. We had 2,000 head, and we have 2,000 acres. Sometimes I would have to run those sheep for two or three days. It took a long time, but I’d catch them. I believe I can run this race; it’s only two more days. Five days. I’ve run sheep for three.”

    When the marathon started, the pros left Cliff behind in his galoshes. The crowds smiled because he didn’t even run correctly. Instead of running, he appeared to run leisurely, shuffling like an amateur.

    Now, the 61-year-old potato farmer from Beech Forest with no teeth had started the ultra-tough race with world-class athletes. All over Australia, people who watched the live telecast kept on praying that someone would stop this crazy old man from running because everyone believed he’ll die even before even getting halfway across Sydney.

    Turtle vs rabbits
    Every professional athletes knew for certain that it took about 7 days to finish this race, and that in order to compete, you would need to run 18 hours and sleep 6 hours. The thing is, old Cliff Young did not know that!

    When the morning news of the race was aired, people were in for another big surprise. Cliff was still in the race and had jogged all night down to a city called Mittagong.

    Apparently, Cliff did not stop after the first day. Although he was still far behind the world-class athletes, he kept on running. He even had the time to wave to spectators who watched the event by the highways.

    When he got to a town called Albury he was asked about his tactics for the rest of the race. He said he would run through to the finish, and he did.

    He kept running. Every night he got just a little bit closer to the leading pack. By the last night, he passed all of the world-class athletes. By the last day, he was way in front of them. Not only did he run the Melbourne to Sydney race at age 61, without dying; he won first place, breaking the race record by 9 hours and became a national hero! The nation fell in love with the 61-year-old potato farmer who came out of nowhere to defeat the world’s best long distance runners.

    He finished the 875-kilometre race in 5 days, 15 hours and 4 minutes. Not knowing that he was supposed to sleep during the race, he said when running throughout the race, he imagined that he was chasing sheep and trying to outrun a storm.

    When Cliff was awarded the first prize of $10,000, he said he did not know there was a prize and insisted that he had not entered for the money. He said, “There’re five other runners still out there doing it tougher than me,” and he gave them $2,000 each. He did not keep a single cent for himself. That act endeared him to all of Australia. Cliff was a humble, average man, who undertook an extraordinary feat and became a national sensation. Now, for Sydney to Melbourne race, almost nobody sleeps. To win that race, you have to run like Cliff Young did, you have to run all night as well as all day.

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