Thursday, December 17, 2009

Meet Us Up The River

Now that I am not on the computer as much as I have been & the kids and I are on break from co-op, I have had some time to get caught up on some household organizing. I was getting ready to toss my flyer for the Fair Trade Festival into the recycling bin when I noticed the following essay. I had to sign on & share it with you all. 

Once upon a time there was a small village on the edge of a river. The people there were good and the life in the village was good. One day a villager noticed a baby floating down the river. The villager quickly jumped into the river and swam out to save the baby from drowning. 
The next day this same villager was walking along the river bank and notived two babies in the river. He called for help, and both babies were rescued from the swift waters. And the following day four babies were seen caught in the turbulent current. And then eight, then more, and still more. 
The villagers organized themselves quickly, setting up watch towers and training teams of swimmers who could resist the swift waters and rescue babies. Rescue squads were soon working 24 hours a day. And each day the number of babies floating down the river increased. 
The villagers organized themselves efficiently. The rescue squads were now snatching many children each day. Groups were trained to give mouth to mouth resuscitation. Others prepared formula and provided clothing for the chilled babies. Many people were involved in making clothing and knitting blankets. Still others provided foster homes and placement. 
While not all the babies...could be saved, the villagers felt they were doing well to save as many as they could each day. Indeed, their priest blessed them in their good work. And life in the village continued on that basis. 
One day, however, someone raised the question, "But where are all these babies coming from? Who is throwing them into the river? Why? Let's organize a team to go upstream and see who's doing it." 

The seeming logic of the elders countered: "And if we go upstream who will operate the rescue operations? We need every concerned person here."
"But don't you see," cried the one lone voice, "if we find out who is throwing them in, we can stop the problem and no babies will drown. By going upstream we can eliminate the cause of the problem." 
"It is too risky," [decided the elders].
And so the numbers of babies in the river increase daily. Those saved increase, but those who drown increase even more. 

MEET US UP THE RIVER!!!


2 comments:

Connecting Stories said...

Hey Momma - Liked your post about the river. Typecast as a Cassandra*, by friends and family, I was looking for this story to put on my website and found it posted at your blog. We home schooled our 4 kids some right through to college. Not all are happy about it but we thought we did what was the right thing for them at the time. And I had a many a joyful time being with them as teacher and guide. est of luck to you and yours.

*Cassandra of Troy suffered from a combination of deep understanding and powerlessness to convince people.

Momma said...

Maybe I should change my moniker from Momma to Cassandra? I have been VERY overwhelmed with that feeling living here in Norfolk. Thank you for your comment & encouragement - it brings a certain sense of peace to know that there are kindred spirits out there. Happy Holidays!