A few nights ago I received news of a friend’s celebration of her rebirth. After a year of seemingly unrelated symptoms, she was finally diagnosed with a brain tumour and immediately operated on. The tumour which covered 80 % of the left half of her brain was not cancerous and her survival was declared miraculous by the surgeon. Hence the celebration of her ‘second birthday’. After my initial shock at hearing of her experience and the relief of knowing her prognosis was positive, I considered her gift to me; her story. The stories of other people’s lives serve as inspiration, counsel and caution in the living of our own lives. Her parting words to me in her email were, ‘Look to the future but live in the present.’
Once upon a time in a small village in West Africa, there lived a hunter with his wife and seven sons. One day the hunter went into the forest alone to hunt and did not return at nightfall. His family wondered why he did not come back. They talked about it for some days, but after a while when he didn’t come back, they stopped talking about it.
Then one day his wife gave birth to another son. As he grew older he began to talk, and when he could talk, the first thing he said was, “Where is my father?”
“I saw him go.” One son said, “If you follow me, I can show you the trail he took.”
Another son stepped forward. “I can put his bones together.
“It is surely me,” said the son who showed his brothers the path that helped them to find their father.