Hope on, Journey on

Stronger

In an old town, in an old time, in an older life then ours, there was a story to be told, a story of strength. Now a days we lost sight of strength and got it confused with something else, so now I will tell you the lesson this town learned so long ago. In this town, there was a large rock on the center of the town. And when I say large, I do not mean just a measly stone, or a full mountain, but a large rock. Now, one day the town's people decided to test who was the strongest man in town. So they gathered everyone together and asked 'who among you can lift this rock. Whoever accomplishes this task will be named the strongest among us.' Men came up from all over and tried to lift it, but soon gave up when it wouldn't even budge. They all decided it was hopeless when a buff man, taller then all the others, wider then the rest, came up. He grabbed the rock and easily lifted it into the air. He held the rock like it was nothing and set it down, causing the ground to shake. All the town cheered for him, naming him the strongest and praised his name. But while they cheered, a small, scrawny boy came up to the rock. He grabbed the rock and heaved. He pulled with all his might and the rock did not move. He pushed, but the rock did not move. He tried all he could think of to lift the rock, but it reduced to move. Soon everyone started to call him weak, saying it was useless, but he ignored them. He tried and tried in till they day disappeared behind the mountains, but he did not loose hope. Everyone went back to their homes, thinking it was over, and returned the next day to discover that the little boy had gotten up with the sun to try again. He went back to that rock and tried to lift it every free moment he had, wearing his hands are from the hard rock, but he always returned to try again. He did it for a week, and finally after seven existing days and a long rest. He returned to the rock and vowed that he would not leave until the rock moved. He grabbed the rock once again and took a deep breath, preparing him self, and heaved. He pulled and would not stop pulling until he felt the rock lift off the ground the tiniest bit for less then a second. He cheered and cheered, tears streaming down his face, and was overjoyed at his accomplishment. No one believed him when he said he did it, but he knew. He knew that he had lifted the rock. Now let me ask you, who was stronger? The man who easily lifted it or the boy who would not give up, no matter what until that rock moved. Every one said that it was the first man who was stronger, but I believe that it was the boy who would not give in. Now you see, strength is not always fiscal as most believe, but it depends on how hard it is for that single person.