“There is no way Mom! Mowing lawns is the only way I can earn money. It will be next spring before I can earn enough money!”
He wailed. He moaned. He cried. He was nine.
What could I say? I could see so many options. He needed to think bigger, longer term. He was so much closer than he realized. Mowing lawns is not the only way to earn money.
I swallowed the perfect lecture bubbling up in my throat.
“I am sorry bud,” I said with a hug. “Can I tell you a story?”
From a hilltop, a man looked out across the valley. Panting, his heart rejoiced. In the distance he could see his goal. At last! It was in reach.
He gazed at the path. He gasped.
No! A canyon.
So close and now, failure. For a while, he thought, he planned, he wondered, he despaired. There was no way to cross, no bridge in sight.
He cried. He stormed. He raged. He blamed. He looked longingly at his goal and angrily at the canyon barring his path. A seesaw of emotions tormented him, rocking between anger and depression with nauseating speed.
This is how it always is for me. Things never work out. What was I thinking going on this journey in the first place? Who do I think I am? Why should I try? I knew I’d never make it.
He slumped into the shade of a nearby tree.
I’ll go somewhere else tomorrow. There must be a better place to go anyway.
He drifted off into a restless sleep.
Sweating and exhausted another man came up the hillside. He caught site of the goal. He rejoiced. Momentarily, concern washed over him when he saw the canyon.
Well, it’s like granddad always said, “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
He laughed, knowing there was no bridge to cross. But he journeyed on.
Down he marched into the valley. Onward through marsh and mud. Snakes hissed, scorpions scuttled across his path. He reached the cliff’s edge weary from the day’s labors.
He looked across the terrible gap. Then he looked down.
What was this?
Unseen from the hilltop, or even a few feet from the cliff’s edge was a narrow path. And just above the roaring river, deep in the canyon, a bridge!
Who would have guessed there would be a bridge down there? I’m sure glad I kept walking.
With a spring in his step, down the path he went, across the bridge, up the other side.
The sun was setting when the first man woke. He stretched and took one last look at the goal he was giving up. Shocked he saw a man on the other side of the canyon, walking resolutely up to the city gates.
How? How did he get there?
Someday. Someday, I’ll get a lucky break too.
I stopped my story. Looking into the eyes of my boy I asked. “What did the first man miss?”
“Mom, it wasn’t it luck! That other guy worked hard! And the other just slept! And….”
I let him talk and talk. As I listened, he discovered most of the truths that I had hoped to teach him. And those truths will be his, forever.
Smiling, he ran out to mow the lawn.