The Gift

Once there was a Giver, A woman and she was alone, so from a desire for Love and companionship she created a Gift. This giver nurtured her gift creating it from her longing, desires, fantasies and her mind, crafting it carefully, making it as beautiful as possible, She Imbued the gift with a piece of the giver's Soul, A touch of dreams, and a large Share of the Givers' heart.

Sadly, the Giver remained alone, and the Gift was unused, as she had no one to share it with. the Giver felt unwanted, unappreciated, So she ventured out into the cold cruel world and sought to find someone worthy of the Gift. She ventured far and wide seeking someone that fit her desires, the knight of her dreams.

An egotistical man came along and saw the Gift the Giver possessed and desired the Gift for himself. Rather than ask the Giver for the Gift, or ask what the Giver wanted in return for the Gift, the egotistical man decided that social rules did not apply to him and demanded to receive her gift. He asked nothing of her hopes and dreams, not even her name, he simply said: "Give me the gift."

The Giver knew that her Gift was fragile even precious and would be destroyed if mistreated. But the loneliness was strong in her so she spoke to the Egotistical Man, “why do you wish my gift?’’ thinking he may see the worth of her gift. The Egotistical man grew angry and blustered " I deserve the Gift. I am special and I deserve that things be given to me. It Is mine By right, Mine by nature !! "

The Giver felt disturbed and did not feel safe with nor trust the Egotistical man, for how many of those who are impolite are also delicate? But the Giver did not wish to offend, and so said to the egotistical arrogant man "I am sorry, but this Gift is for someone else."

The Egotistical man Blustered and called her names, said she was not really a giver, that she was not worthy of him, nor worthy of anyone, that her gift had no worth.

The Giver, glad to have trusted her first instinct, merely repeated: "I am sorry, but this Gift is for someone else." And the Egotistical man, still complaining, went his way.

The Giver sat under a willow tree, contemplating her Gift and wondering about the qualities needed to really appreciate the Gift; as she was sitting there the sun and the breeze and the sound of the creek below lulled her into a doze. Lost in her dreams she let down her guard.

Behind the willow tree sat a Confidence man, he was a deceiver and a thief who had overheard the Egotistical man and the Giver. And was waiting for just this moment. Strolling out from behind the tree, Softly awakening her, he smiled his best smile, he complimented her and her gift, On her beauty and her worth, gushing at the beauty of her gift.

She glowed at the compliments, and in her mind, this man became the knight of her dreams so in hope and joy she presented him with the gift. Grinning and laughing he began to play with the gift, tossing it carelessly into the air, dropping it, Kicking it as he bent to pick it up. He was so careless and when she cried out for him to stop!... he laughed.

She tried to wrench the gift back from him but he pulled it quickly away, teasing her with it being cruel and thoughtless. She finally grasped her gift and pulled it close to her, cradling it close to her she tried to protect her gift from this thoughtless man. With an evil grin he made a grab for the Gift, And grasping it he started to run away.

However, the Giver was imbued with a hidden strength and by this, she finally reached out to stop The Con man. "Give that back!" cried the Giver. "It is not yours! You have no right!" So saying, she reached out, trying to retrieve the Cherished Gift.

The Confidence man said, "I do not care if it was not mine, I have taken it, I have possession of it so it is now my property." And so saying, he pulled again at the Gift, hoping to wrench it from the Giver. But the Giver held fast to the cherished gift for it was all she had and if she lost it she knew she would lose herself....... forever.

In the ensuing struggle, the Gift was fouled, battered, and broken. The Thief, deciding he did not want a damaged Gift, finally let go and said "You keep it; it is now worthless, ugly, no one would want your stupid gift” and releasing the gift went his way to find a new victim.

The Giver cried at the state of the Gift, which she had hoped to find someone worthy of, she feared the world and wanted to hide, she was bitter and thought to stop searching. Her poor gift was in a sad state also. It was so dirty, and pieces were missing and scattered in the grass around her, the intact parts were bent and dented and she lost hope in the possibility of repairing it. She began to believe the Confidence man’s assessment of the Gift: perhaps it no longer mattered who it belonged to, worthless as it was.

But then she noticed that her tears made clean streaks on the Gift as they fell, and she thought that perhaps if some of it could be cleaned, all of it could; perhaps she could make her Gift have worth once again. She took the Gift and it’s broken pieces, held them close to her heart and walked to the creek, where she began to wash them.

The Gift was easy to clean, but in trying to wash the pieces that had been broken from it, the Giver lost one. She could not fit the pieces together, the edges were sharp and cut her as she handled them, it caused her pain to try to reassemble them, She began to lose hope again, to lose her dreams. She thought the Gift used, Damaged and wondered who would want her gift in such a state. Yet she was still determined to try to repair the Gift.

Hours passed as she fit pieces back together where they would stay. Some pieces she could not make stay, And she wept in her frustration, in her anger at those who had abused her gift. She thought her dreams impossible that all were like those who had abused her and her gift. And in her anguish, she sobbed and wept.

From behind her, she heard a quiet voice, “Excuse me, dear, Perhaps this Glue could help you mend your Gift". She turned to see a Dark Stranger, holding a small tube of Glue out to her with a soft smile on his lips. Startled she drew back from him, but he knelt and again in a soft voice he said “ please may I be of assistance to you dear lady”

She saw a calm caring in his eyes, he did not approach, merely held forth what she needed to repair her gift. “ come, dear lady, you are in need and I want you to have this”. She looked at him for a time and gathering her courage, Still apprehensive asked: “Why”?

The Dark Stranger contemplated for a minute and she saw he did nothing in a rash way and said in that soft voice “because you need it” Reaching out slowly She took the Glue and thanked the Stranger, then turned and finished repairing her Gift with the Stranger's Glue.

The glue Helped a great deal, even filling in the parts she had lost, it seemed to make the gift grow and become even more beautiful, stronger, and more precious. The light began to dance off the gift reflecting the love and dreams, even the hope she had imbued the gift with. She started to marvel at its value.

When she turned to give the Glue back to the Stranger, he was gone. She thought to herself that this Dark Stranger had thought her Gift worthy enough to donate his Glue, and not even ask for payment, nor even ask for the Glue to be returned. He simply offered to help her without needing anything from her. Not just because he wanted something from her, but only because he could. Perhaps her Gift had worth after all.

And as she sat and contemplated her Gift, she realized that the Dark Stranger was the type of person who would neither ask nor demand a Gift, nor would he take, but rather he would give. And she thought to herself that the Dark Stranger was a Giver too. And who better to appreciate a Gift but a Giver?

So she sought out the Stranger, and when she found him, she tried to return the Glue to him. He thanked her, but said “ please precious lady, keep the glue and should you need more, in case the Gift should break again, Call upon me and I will find a way to assist you.” and with this, he bowed, turned and began again on his way.

“Stop Sir” she cried..... and as he turned, that same soft smile on his face. As she looked at him, She took in his stern expression and strength, yet softened by the love and care in his eyes. The Confident way he held himself but saw no ego in it. And at that moment she decided And the Giver said: "In that case, you should accept the Glue, for I wish to give the Gift to you." And so saying, she placed the Gift in the Stranger's hands.

The Dark Stranger looked at the Gift, and said "This is too precious; are you sure I can take care of this Gift." and as he held it in his hands, she could see the gentleness of his "gift" as he held it, But also the firm and knowing way he held the gift, protecting it. The Giver said, "I believe that you can, and I will stay with you and help you care for the Gift if you falter."

“ if I accept this gift from you will you follow as I direct ?, tell me all your hopes and dreams?, Let me guide you to become the person you wish to become? “ She softly replied... “ Yes” “

Will you allow me to add to your gift for I have gifts of my own that would make this gift grander and more that you could dream. “ She breathlessly replied..... “ Please”

And will you walk with me in love so that we together can care for your gift as well as my own?

She felt the reply rise to her lips, without a thought, for she saw in this Dark Stranger, the Knight of her dreams “ Yes, Please,..... SIR."

So the Stranger and the Giver took the Gift together, sharing in it and sharing it, and held The Gift Not only in their hands But in their hearts.

The End?

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