Manataka American Indian Council

 

 

Honoring The Visions

 

INSPIRATIONAL THOUGHTS...

Submitted by Xielolixii

 

 

The Pearl Of Letting Go

 

 

The cheerful little girl with bouncy black curls was almost five.  Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box.

 

"Oh mommy please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?"  Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned face.

 

"A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma."

 

As soon as Damia got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. Jolie if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last, she had enough money to buy the necklace.

 

Damia loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere, Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only

time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said that if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.

 

Damia had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story.

One night as he finished the story, he asked Damia, "Do you love me?"

 

"Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you."

 

"Then give me your pearls."

 

"Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white horse from my collection, the one with the pink tail. Remember, daddy? The one you

gave me. She's my very favorite."

 

"That's okay, Honey, daddy loves you. Good night." And, he brushed her cheek with a kiss.

 

About a week later, after the story time, Damia's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?"

 

"Daddy, you know I love you."

 

"Then give me your pearls."

 

"Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can have the yellow

blanket that matches her sleeper."

 

"That's okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.

 

A few nights later when her daddy came in, Damia was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.

 

"What is it, Damia? What's the matter?"

 

Damia didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said,

 

"Here, daddy, this is for you."

 

With tears gathering in his own eyes, Damia's daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket, pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls, and gave them to Damia. He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure.

 

 

If there is righteousness in the heart, there will be beauty in the character.
If there is beauty in the character, there will be harmony in the home.
If there is harmony in the home, there will be order in the nation.
When there is order in the nation, there will be peace in the world.
Sathya Sai Baba

 

"The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others"  - Mahatma Gandhi

 

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