Sand into Diamonds


Once upon a time, there lived a brave, young pilot. This pilot flew all over the world to  interesting lands, meeting interesting people. One night, as the pilot was flying high above the Sahara Desert, the engine of her plane suddenly stalled. Amazingly, she was able to eject from the plane and  parachute to the ground.

As the pilot awoke the next day, she tried to remember what had happened the night before. As she regained her bearings, it dawned on her that she had no idea where she was, no idea where the closest village or human habitation was located. She could be hundreds of miles from the nearest desert village or it could be just around the nearest hill. She fought off the despair and gloom and tried to summon her usual resolve and courage. She knew one thing for certain: she had to get going in some direction, any   direction. If she just stayed, she would surely die.

And so she started. Mile after mile. The brilliant desert sun was glaring down on her and reflecting off the searing sand. And she continued on.

Eventually, the sun went down and she continued to walk through the night. She went as far as she could before resting. Soon, she woke to the morning sun once again. Her throat was parched. Her skin was dry and burnt. But she continued on. No food or drink. No water in sight. By noon she could continue no longer and collapsed. But no sooner had she fallen to the ground than a vision appeared before her. At first she thought she was just delirious. But the image was so clear, so vivid, so real. And as it became clearer she realized it was a genie. And the genie spoke.

“I will only say this once. Do not despair. Do not give up hope. Just listen and do as I say and you will survive. In the end, you will be both happy and sad. But first, reach down and pick up some sand. Heed my words and continue on.”

The genie disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. It must have been a mirage, thought the pilot. But it seemed so real. So vivid. And although the genie had spoken only briefly, the pilot remembered every word. It brought her a new sense of energy and hope.

She reached down and picked up a handful of sand and continued on. Mile after mile. The hot desert sun was ablaze in the sky. The heavy dry wind ripped over the land. She continued on. And when she once again reached the point where she could go no more, at the top of a dune, she fell and tumbled down the other side.

Lo and behold, she stumbled upon a village in an oasis. Upon seeing the condition of this unusual stranger emerging out of the desert, the natives came out to help her. They gave her water and rest and food. She had made it. She had survived.

Now that she was replenished, her thoughts drifted back to the mysterious vision from the night  before. Was it real? She reached into her pocket to pull out the sand. To her great surprise the sand had turned to diamonds. As she thought back to the words of the genie, a smile crossed her face.

 “In the end, you will be both happy and sad.”

Yes, she was happy. She had survived. And she had a handful of diamonds. Yet she was sad, because she had not picked up more sand.

Author unknown. Adapted from “The Parable of the Pebbles”

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Such a nice narration – reflects how in reality we strive and work and yet at the end of the day there is only so little to gain materialistically, i really believe the real credit is what we gain from good deeds and endurance. I covered this, in one of my posts: (calling upon the universe in my blog http://www.soulofagypsy.me ) pls do visit my blog, i would love to hear from you and from fellow bloggers who i hope can associate with my journey too.
    Regards
    Nadine

  2. erwinagapay says:

    What a nice article 🙂 The first paragraph made me think it was similar to The Little Prince at first. And also please do visit my blog. erwinagapay.wordpress.com

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    God bless! 🙂

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