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GOLDEN FOOTPRINTS
Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Sarah who lived in the
village below the Mountain of the Golden Footprints. She was feeling very
sad and depressed. Nothing or no one could make her happy. She had been very
unhappy and depressed for a long time. What is the use of going on she
thought. Nothing anyone said seemed to make a difference on others.
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Her best
friend went to visit Sarah and told her the story of the Mountain of the
Golden Footprints. It is a special place where as the sun sets you can
look out over the city and see sparkling golden footprints of people who
had made a difference on others.
“But I haven’t made any difference in anyone’s life,” she said. “There
won’t be any golden footprints for me to see. So why should I bother to
go there?” |
“But,” said her friend, “If you don’t see any golden footprints, there is a
special village on the other side of the mountain. That is a place for all
those people who haven’t made a difference. It is comfortable and very
pretty and there you can be happy. So you see, you have other options
besides not going on with your life. If you went to the village on the other
side of the mountain, I would miss you, but it would be better than the way
you feel right now. You have nothing to lose.”
So Sarah decided to give it a try. After all, she had to do something. She
could not go on the way she was. Besides, although she was sure she would
not see any golden footprints, she had a little glimmer of hope that going
there would make a difference in her life. The village on the other side of
the mountain also sounded like it could be a place where she could be happy.
She walked up the path to the top of the Mountain of the Golden Footprints.
It was a long walk and sometimes very difficult. But she had made the
decision to go to the top and continued on, although sometimes she just
wanted to stop climbing and curl up and cease to exist.
She reached the top and came to the lookout point. She was greeted by a
woman called ‘Faith’ who watched over the Mountain of the Golden Footprints.
Sarah sat on a rock at the top of the mountain and looked out over her
village far below. Although the sun was not setting yet, she felt inside as
though she were looking out over her life. She could see her house and the
house of her friends, the house of her parents, her school, and many places
from her childhood. She remembered many things as she looked out over these
places, some sad and some happy.
And as she was thinking about her life, the sun began to set. She saw a
golden twinkling light began to appear in the park in the middle of the
village. She could not believe it could possible be a Golden Footprint.
“Look,” Faith said excitedly, “There is your first Golden Footprint!”
“But how could that be?” asked Sarah. “I don’t ever remember anything I did
in the park that could have possibly made a difference.”
“That is my department,” answered Faith. “I have watched many years. I
remember all the Golden Footprints. One day a long time ago, when you were a
little child, you went laughing through the park. There was a man sitting
there who had just left his wife and child over a silly argument. He heard
your laughter and missed his
child so much that he returned to his family and lived with them happily
ever after.”
“Well, that was kind of accidental. I certainly didn’t know I had done
that.” Said Sarah. As she finished speaking, another golden sparkling
footprint appeared on the house of a friend.
“Remember when she was very sick? You went to see her and brought her
flowers and stayed with her and talked many hours and you held her hand. If
you had not done that, she would not have survived,” replied Faith.
“But how could that be?” asked Sarah. “I’m not a doctor. I did not giver her
medicine. How could I have saved her life?”
“The doctor gave her the medicine, but you gave her hope. You gave her
strength and courage.”
And as she finished speaking, the valley below was a glow with Golden
Footprints. There was one on the school where her smile and love for
learning had inspired a fellow student to stay in school and become a great
philosopher. There was one over a tree that she had planted in the yard of
her house. There was one over the place where her stubbornness had convinced
the King that the village needed a smoother road for travelers, and he had
smiled at her outspokenness and feisty nature. There was a footprint right
in the backyard of her house. That was where she had taken her children one
night to watch the stars. There was one over the pub in the village. That
was where she had met her husband and they had fallen in love.
“I had forgotten all those things,” said Sarah. “I was so depressed that I
only remembered the sad things and not the good things. I guess I have made
a difference.”
“And you will in the future,” said Faith. “There are stars to show your
grandchildren and a birthday to share with your friend. And your husband
needs a romantic evening at the pub.”
Sarah sat for a long time until the sun had set and the Golden Footprints
disappeared and the lights of the village were lit in the streets and homes
below and flickered, not as Golden Footprints, but as tiny footprints of
fireflies. Soon Sarah would start the climb down the mountain, guided by the
tiny lights below.
Sarah smiled and thanked Faith. She started on her way down the mountain and
knew that someday she would tell others about the Mountain of the Golden
Footprints and make a difference in their lives too.
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