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Topic: GREEN (01/19/17)
TITLE: Green with Life
By Raymond Bouchoc
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The first thing I knew was that it was dark. That’s kind of bleak, right? Well, that’s exactly how I saw it. The darkness enveloped me and pressed in around me. It applied constant pressure on me that I could not escape no matter how hard I tried. I felt like a worm in a cocoon.
I wasn’t in pain or anything. Just a little uncomfortable. The urge to push against my walls was ever present, and I worked hard, day and night, pushing. I pushed and pushed, never really tiring of it.
That I never got tired of pushing was probably due to the second thing I knew. A constant flow of some really good tasting stuff made its way to me. It didn’t come fast, but really slow. I ate it as fast as it came to me, which isn’t saying much.
If it flowed as easily as a drink slurped up through a straw, I would have done nothing but nurse that straw. However, the stuff moved as fast as a frozen chocolate shake through that same straw, or, like thick sap slowly dripping down the bark of a tree. Like I said, though, while it didn’t come fast, it was constant, and, that was my hope in the dark, bleak place I found myself in.
So, I ate and pushed, ate and pushed. That was my life.
Something happened to me, though. It happened slowly, so slowly that I didn’t notice at first. My space increased from that first day. I didn’t feel any less pressed or confined, but, clearly, I occupied more room, and, for some reason, that fact caused me to bloom with hope.
I ate and pushed, ate and pushed. Suddenly, the wall bent under my pressure! I turned all my attention to that one spot, and pushed some more. The wall kept bending under the force, until, finally, it broke. I threw as much of myself as I could possibly manage into the crack.
It was the smallest of cracks, but that didn’t matter to me. I plugged that crack with myself like a handful of play dough being crammed into a little mold. My eyes were shut tight from the exertion as I leveled myself against that part of the wall that gave way.
I didn’t give an inch, but kept forcing myself through the crack, until, something strange happened. Something brushed up against me and past me, and I finally stopped long enough to take stock of what happened.
I opened my eyes to realize that the part of me that made it through the crack was enveloped in light. O glorious light! Its warmth swelled over me and through me, invigorating me and filling me with joy, dispelling the darkness I had known so long.
Then I looked around, and, to my utter amazement, discovered that I wasn’t alone. I pushed my way through the crack, so that I could get a better look.
Sure enough. I wasn’t alone. Next to me. In front of me. Behind me. Across the way from me. Above me. Below me. It didn’t matter where I looked. All around me, green little shoots pushed through their place in the branches, just like me.
As I grew, they grew. Day by day, we all drew closer and closer together, all sharing the same story. What was in darkness, was now in light. And what was brown and dry and dead, was now green with life.
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