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Topic: PRIDE (inflated opinion of one’s self) (02/19/15)
By Gloria Pierre Dean
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He was tall and handsome and loved to ride his horse drawn chariot through the streets of his Uncle's kingdom.
He prided himself on his prowess and his abilities with the sword. He won everything he put his mind to do which made his life so much easier than he realized.
He wore a constant smile which was more of a smirk because secretly he was laughing at everyone else.
He felt sure that he was meant for something great.
As he took daily rides he looked neither to the left nor right. If he had he would have noticed the people looking at him; many of their glances were not loving ones.
One day everything changed. War was declared by
the Chaldeans over land that his people the Medes had stolen from them. The battle went badly for both sides. Many were hurt or were killed. He lost a brother.
Prince Thaddeus was wounded in the thigh and was left with a permanent limp. He no longer felt so invincible.
After the war he drove his chariot even more recklessly through the streets and the countryside until the day his horse threw him and ran off.
He was about ten miles from the castle gate so he limped slowly home. Many of the onlookers looked at him in disdain. On this walk he saw things he had never seen before. He saw the beautiful farmer's markets, the small farms, the neat well kept homes and in some instances he saw poverty.
When he arrived at the gate of the castle he was surprised to hear someone call out to him. He looked back to see Nickoli leading a horse towards him.
"Prince T" he said "Would you like to use this horse to take you the rest of the way home?"
Tears filled Thaddeus' eyes. He had dismissed Nickoli from his stables some months ago over a trivial matter and here he was helping him. Nickoli was an excellent horseman.
He was so grateful because his leg ached severely.
"Can I repay you in some way?" he asked him. Nickoli refused gently.
This incident changed him. Days later after getting the king's permission he appointed Nickoli as an advisor and agent to interact with the town people. He wanted the kingdom to provide help for those who needed help.
The people he had in mind was the poor, the sick and the widows. He also wanted to employ workers to repair homes where needed. In his heart he did not want to create dependency but to facilitate a sense of worth and well being through hard work and rewards.
Years after his death Nickoli and the prince was remembered with love by the people of the land.
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