|The Story Teller (standard:Inspirational stories, 777 words)|
|Author: Clarity||Added: Mar 08 2004||Views/Reads: 2064/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|About a Lady who touches many people with her stories|
It was her Daughter that rescued Veroniica. The older woman had been swept away, drowning in waves of what ifs and what might of bins. Her Daughter Bethany's hand on her shoulder broke the inner turmoil's hold. " What's wrong Mum ? " her daughter had asked, the child's eyes seeming to see into her soul. " Just regrets Loved one " she told her reaching out to tweak Bethany's sun kissed nose. " What regrets " her daughter pushed. With a sigh her mother relied, " I've always wanted to write stories but never got around to it, I am always to busy with something or someone else." " Oh Mum " her daughter begun with passion in her voice, " You are always telling stories, its all I hear you do ! Every time anyone in the neighboorhood has a problem you tell them a story and they listen.....understand.....and things are fixed or on the mend. All I can ever remember is you tellin' stories. " the serious twelve year old told her. Smiling, Veronioca looked into Bethany's eyes and then proceeded to hug her. " Well I suppose I do tell stories, I just always thought I would write them down and I would touch the world. " " You do touch the world Mum ! Just like when you told James's Mum that story. We all touch the world in ways we will never know. You can't not touch it, you can only choose what kind of touch yours' will be. " What do you do when your daughter throws your own words back at you. You do the only thing possible, hug her close and deep, then tickle her till she screams. Twelve Years Later Sunshine High School. Written in white chalk and underlined on the blackboard was this morning's english assignment. The Person who most affected my life / my family's life the most. Written neatly underneath was a list of possibilities. Mother, Father, Grand Parents, Aunt, Uncle, Brother, Sister, Cousin or Family Friend. The young female teacher split the soon to be teenagers into small groups. They quietly worked at their projects till one groups voices rose in squeals of delight. " Really " said one student. " Yes, Really. " anothers voice replied. " Wow." they all said in unison. The teacher went over and shushed them and the sheepishly returned to their talk at a quieter level. A week passed and each of the students was asked to give a presentation on the project. The group that had been loud the week before approached the teacher. " Miss Rown ? " the groups leader began. " Could we all do it as a group ? " indicating the students gathered behind her. " You see....we are all talking of the same person. " the girl told her excitedly. Miss Rown replied, "A lot of students have choosen the same family member. Th girl interupted, " No MissRown you don't understand......its not hte samr family member. We..." she said indicating the others again. " We all choose a family friend, and well you see....each of our family friends turns out to be the same person. " " Well....." Miss Rown said. " That is exciting, how about you go first. " As the first child in the group began to speak of the woman her family had known and been infuenced by, Miss Rown's suspicions began. Each child told of a woman known to them as The Story Teller who had always helped their families by telling her stories. Miss Rown was now sure. The children spoke of how the woman was a friend of their families and had always solved riddles for them and told them stories that they all treasured. The class erupted in applause and the Teacher had a tear in her eye as the last child spoke her last lines and let them linger in the air. " Though she always wanted to write her stories we know clearly she lived them. We also know ours and countless others lives are richer for her touch. For it was a loving touch she chose. " Miss Rown stood up clearing the emotion from her throat. " You all spoke so wonderfully. " She told them as the applause died down. " It's quite amazing that you all know this one wonderful lady and that your lives have been touched by her stories. Whats even more amazing is that the story teller you speak of.....? She took a very deep breath and a very proud Bethany Rown said clearly, " Your Story Teller is my mother. " Tweet
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