The Treasure: A children’s story fit for all ages.
Happy New Year to everyone. Let’s do Medium again this year.
Here’s the first story I’ve chosen to ‘add value’ in 2019.
Allow me to tell you of a short story that, in my humble opinion, is a story for all ages. Let’s begin.
Sometimes one must travel far to discover what is near. — A man named Isaac
In the book “The Treasure” by Author Uri Shulevitz, a poverty-stricken man named Isaac has a dream.
“Go to the capital city. Look for a treasure under the bridge by the Royal Palace,” a voice tells him in the dream.
“It’s only a dream,” says the poor man in the story. The dream visits old Isaac a few more times that his initial skepticism turns to, “maybe it’s true.”
And so it is that Isaac sets out on foot for the bridge in the capital city.
As you read the book you’ll be drawn in by the illustrations of European cities and countryside. They’re delightful and add to the charm of the book.
Humbly, I say, this is a book for all ages.
Perhaps you’ve read it? If you haven’t yet, allow me to take this a little way for you.
Isaac finds the bridge by the Royal Palace but dares not search for any treasure as the bridge is guarded around the clock. He wanders around the bridge, thus arousing suspicion from the captain of the guards.
Isaac is questioned and upon revealing his reason for making such a long journey, gets a cynical laugh from the guard. “If I believed a dream I once had that told me of a man named Isaac who lives — and here, the guard mentions the very town Isaac came from — I’d go investigate and become a rich man myself,” offers the guard, still laughing.
Isaac bows to the captain and returns home the same way he set out — on foot, and by the occasional kindness of a ride by strangers — but by then his heart pumps a little faster.
He believes in dreams. He digs under his house and, low and behold, finds treasure!
This is as far as I’ll take you, my friends. The story has a beautiful ending that I do not wish to spoil for you. If you want to know I encourage you to read it. Yes, it’s a children’s book, but the lesson, like all good books for children are, is ageless.
I believe in dreams. I believe in miracles too.
And I ardently believe that every day we are given a chance to become a better version of who we were yesterday. I also believe that each one of us, in conscious and unconscious ways, has the ability to help one another. We don’t always know what we’re doing ourselves — I’ll say! — but if we’re able to lift others with say, a smile, an approving wink, a kind word, a pat on the back, a prayer, advise, company or claps… hey, yes, claps, please let’s do it.
In the story, the guard laughed at Isaac’s crazy reason for wearing out the soles of his shoes, for what? — for a silly dream!
But having made the journey through forests, mountains, lonely roads, hardships and embarrassments, Isaac discovered something he wouldn’t otherwise. The guard helped. Unknowingly, he was ‘A’ treasure the dream told Isaac about.
I’m sure you don’t know this, but this melting pot community of Medium Writers helped me tremendously last year. I thank you all most sincerely. In like fashion, I wish to extend a helping hand to you more this year. I wish to help you find your treasure as I set out to look for mine.
Isn’t this what we’re here to do? Methinkso!
As a bonus, I’d like to add another story with a sort-of similar message to this one. It was published here in June to a very small audience. *sigh*. I’d be thrilled if you read. Thanks.
HAPPY NEW YEAR. THANK YOU FOR READING. I Wish You Miracles, Selma.
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