"The story of little Rosha"
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! “Rosha! Time for school.” Beep! Beep! Beep! “Rosha!” exclaimed his mother as she entered his bedroom. Rosha rubbed his little eyes and yawned. “Again?” “Rosha,” his mother smiled, “school is not just one day a week.” “Nuts.” “I have breakfast waiting for you downstairs,” said his mother handing Rosha hi…s little shirt. “Well why didn’t you say so sooner!” As you may be able to tell breakfast was Rosha’s most favorite thing in the whole wide world, well that and kickball. Rosha thought for a moment, “I might never eat again if I had to choose between breakfast and kickball.” But then he thought that he could eat the kickball if he got really hungry or maybe nibble on one of the other children on the opposite team. This thought cheered him up.
“Rosha shoes are not worn on ones hands,” said Rosha’s father at the kitchen table. “But sometimes I walk on my hands like a gorilla,” and at this Rosha proceeded to demonstrate to his father what he meant. “Rosha,” said his father. “Ok on my feet.” Rosha gasped, he couldn’t believe his luck! His most favoritist thing, yes that is a word to Rosha, was right in front of him. “Well it’s not going to eat itself,” said his mother. To this Rosha thought about pancakes trying to eat themselves and how it was unnatural and then he thought about what he previously thought about eating an opposing member of the kickball team if he had too. “Hmm, probably not best to eat one’s own kind,” he concluded as he jumped into the flapjacks with such gusto that the table shook. “Rosha,” said his father again.
Today is Tuesday and the thing that Rosha liked so much about Tuesday was that he got to ride his bike to school. He got to race down the hill by the waterfall. He got to, oh did I mention yet that Rosha and his family, and the whole town, lived on an island with waterfalls and lakes and bears and giraffes and hippopotamuses and kukamungas? Wait, you don’t know about kukamungas do you? Well I’ll have to tell you about them sometime then because they’re really quite marvelous creatures.
So there was little Rosha with his red speedster “Dragon” and, now don’t tell me you just call yours bike? He barreled down the hill, the mist from the waterfall covering his backpack when all of a sudden Rosha saw a man sitting by a tree all alone.
Now Rosha normally would have waved and shouted out something clever like, “watch out for my Dragon!” or “how lucky you are to be beneath a tree!” or “I’d say something if I wasn’t travelling so fast on my super speed bike Dragon!” but Rosha hit the brakes and just looked from afar for a moment for the man was crying.
Rosha didn’t like crying, he remembered how he cried when he broke his arm last spring and also when he lost the kickball championship, “only by a run though,” he thought. But this man looked very sad to Rosha and he remembered that his mother would always give him hugs when he cried and wipe his little nose; and how his father would always say, “hang in there kid” without fail.
So Rosha thought for a moment as he watched the man crying. “I know!” he shouted to himself. I’ll let him ride Dragon, no one has ever been sad riding him before!” But then Rosha stopped again. “Gee do you think he can handle the speed? Dragon’s awfully fast.” But then he thought, “Well I’ll just have to warn him that Dragon catches a lot of people off guard. He is a super bike after all.”
Rosha walked up to the man cautiously and then he heard something that he had not heard before. It sounded like a wise voice inside of him but yet outside of him at the same time. It’s ok, Rosha was confused too. The voice said, “This is our brother.”
Rosha thought about speaking but then decided against it and answered back with a thought, “He sure looks sad, I’m going to ask him if he wants to ride Dragon. That’ll do it for sure!” “Rosha,” said the voice within him, “That will not cheer him up.” “How come?” Rosha thought back.
“He is lovesick,” said the voice in him. He wants to know love but it is hid from him.” “Oh you mean like hide and seek?” thought Rosha. “Yes, like hide and seek” said the voice “but as you can see he is not enjoying the game.”
“Gee whiz” thought Rosha. “Hide and seek is nearly as good as” – “Kickball?” answered the voice. “Wow!” thought Rosha, “you said what I was gonna think!” “I am that aspect of you Rosha that is connected to him, to everyone and everything.”
Rosha fell down onto the grass in astonishment just a little ways from where the tree and the sad man were. He had’t realized that he was connected somehow with the sad man. “That’s ok Rosha,” said the voice inside him, “please cheer up our brother under the tree.”
Rosha thought again, “I’m gonna give him a hug.” “Rosha,” said the voice which now felt like all of existence inside of him, “tell him to search for me.” “Hey, how come I didn’t think of that?”
So Rosha bounced up from the grass like a kukamonga and proceeded to approach the ma- Oh that’s right you don’t have kukamungas where you’re from, well I’ll have to be sure to tell you about them sometime; really quite remarkable creatures. So Rosha was now right in front of the man who hadn’t stopped crying the whole time he had been there.
Rosha cleared his throat, “umm.” The man looked up now for the first time in a long time and wiped his eyes. “Hello I’m Rosha.” “Hello,” replied the man quietly. “You were crying,” said Rosha. The man struggled to hold back the tears once more but failed. They came out of him much like the waterfall Rosha thought but then abruptly stopped again. “I’ve lost the connection,” said the man. “It has gone away and I don’t know what to do.”
Rosha thought about what the inner voice had told him then replied, “I found it.” The man looked at Rosha in disbelief, “But you are so small.” Just then Rosha spoke as if he were twice, no three times his age. “And why can a child not reveal the connection amongst us?” The man began to sob again and so did Rosha as well for he had never felt the feeling that the words he had just spoke had given him before.
“Then how great and wonderful this connection between us is and how stupid of me to think that it could ever go away.” The man stood up, “He looks refreshed,” thought Rosha. “Kind of like Dragon after he’s just been washed,” he thought.
“Rosha,” said the man, “the connection is in you and me. It is in the grass which we are now standing on.” “Gee you think we’re hurting it then?” thought Rosha. “No child,” said the voice again within him. “The great connection is in this tree and in the waterfall from which are electricity and drinking water comes from. The connection is everything Rosha. Thank you for reminding me.”
Rosha hadn’t realized he could cheer the man up so easily. He was almost sure that it would have taken a ride on Dragon. “Thank you from the bottom of my heart," said the man. "Through you I have been renewed.” Rosha didn’t quite understand but he felt somehow what the man was saying and he was glad that he could be of some help.
“Wait school!” yelled Rosha. “Do you think you can make it in time?” asked the man. “Are you kidding? You haven’t seen Dragon yet.” “Ah, and a splendid Dragon it is. Go quickly Rosha, go and grow.” “Alright but no more crying!” yelled Rosha as he ran back and jumped on his super speed bike Dragon.
The man was about to respond but just like that Rosha and Dragon were gone. “He wasn’t kidding,” thought the man. Then the man spoke through the connection; to the people, the trees, to everything that ever is or was and will be and said, “I have eyes that do not see and ears that do not hear. But now I do see. I see now that it is not others who must change but me.”
Shared Forward, Written by a Friend ~Dave Prosser~