There were three clocks sitting in a clock shop. A grandfather clock, a teenage clock, and a baby clock.
The teenage clock started talking to the baby clock about how many seconds he would have to tick per minute. The little clock was excited.
Then the teenage clock expanded his thoughts. He chanted about how many minutes he would have to tick an hour. The little clock was inspired.
The teen continued by stating how many hours he would have to tick a day. It wasn't long before the little clock was confused and very stressed out.
By the time the teenage clock had expanded to how many days a week, the little clock was anxious. The teenage clock was so self adsorbed in his own success, he failed to notice this. He ranted onward saying, "Once the pendulum is set into motion you can never stop."
By then the little clock was trying so hard to keep up, he no longer used his snooze button. Without the rest it wasn't long before he was becoming manic. Without the hope of achievement nothing in his life was rational. There was no hope and he was moving so fast he was accomplishing nothing. As a result he became so depressed that he hit bottom. Once on bottom, the only place to look was up.
It was then he saw the grandfather clock looking down.
Finally, the Grandfather spoke."What is wrong?" he kindly asked the little clock.
"Well, I can't count. Teen says I will have to count so many ticks throughout life's journey. I simple can't do it." the little clock answered.
Then the Grandfather clock ask another question, "Exactly how many ticks do you have to do at the same time?"
The baby clock thought a while then it answered, "Well... umm ~ One I think!"
"First we must learn the meaning of one. It is only then that we can begin to count in the traditional sense. " the grandfather stated.
A version of this story was passed down to me in a children's sermon MANY years ago! For me the sermon has changed. I remember it, tell it, and live it a little differently each time.
As I have passed through life I have learned that each of us gets left behind at some point. No matter how fast we run there will always be someone in our life that can run faster.
The bottom lines..
Some of us will never walk, yet each of us will move forward in our own way.
Some of us will never count numbers, but each of us will COUNT!
Some of us will never communicate in the traditional sense of talking, writing, or reading, but we will each have a story!
For me life is a race. The pendulum has been set into motion, hence the race has begun.
It wasn't until I
ped, looked up and listened that I learned to take it one step at a time.