Thursday, January 19, 2012
A Story in Search of a Moral
As you know by now, I have lot of stories. I would not presume to consider myself a raconteur, but I rarely give a talk or teach a lesson without some type of personal story to apply to the principle I am communicating. Some stories lend themselves to many lessons, some are more specific.
Once in a while I will have an experience, or hear about something that makes for a good story - but then when I try to figure out how it applies to my life and the gospel, I am left with nothing. This is one of those stories...
A few years back, my EC an I took a vacation to San Francisco in full tourist mode. From the airport we took a shared shuttle to save money. We loaded up our luggage and climbed in with the other half-dozen passengers, gave the driver our destination, and off we went. I must tell you wherever we go, whenever we go, every single time we use a shared shuttle, we are ALWAYS the last stop. Always. This would be no exception.
As we made stop after stop, there were only three passengers left: Me, my EC, and an elderly gentleman seated in the front row, right behind the driver. I had noticed when we boarded that he had a white cane with a red tip, and that he wore dark glasses on a cloudy day - he was blind.
Of course he would be dropped off before us (why break our streak?) but this time I was glad, because it became interesting. Now this was a few years back, before everyone had iPhones and every car had navigation. The driver would find a way by using a map or a radio to get directions.
The driver asked the blind man for the address, which the man furnished. The driver was not familiar with it. The blind man then chimed in, "I can get you there. Are we on Van Ness?" The driver replied with a hint of surprise, "Yes we are." (The street names may or may not be accurate, it was a while ago)
I was impressed. The blind man then said, "Just follow Van Ness until you can turn right on Broadway, then go over to Hyde." The driver followed the directions with the blind man guiding him up the hill. As we made the last turn, he said to the driver, "Take the next right. There should be a big stone wall right in front of you."
There was a big stone wall in front of us.
"Now turn left and follow the wall until you get to the first house. That's me." The driver followed the instructions exactly, pulled to the curb, and slid the door open. The blind man got out, paid the driver, and with cane in hand, headed up the stairs to his home.
For the next few minutes I quietly sat thinking about what I had just seen. It was remarkable.
That's the end of the story, but I need a message, or moral to link to it. So I am turning to you.
Please submit your ideas as a comment. I will pick my favorite tomorrow, and I will feature the winner on the post.
Thanks for your assistance!
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