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a story recently shared by a friend

 Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.

When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,
"Richness, can you take me with you?"
Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"
"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."
"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,

Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"
"It was Time," Knowledge answered.
"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."

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I have to leave this one uncredited, as I don't know the author or if it is simply one of those stories so long in the oral tradition it needs no crediting.

Comments

Madeline said…
I'm so glad you shared this sister! it's such a beautiful little story~i'm starting a blog tonight i've been wanting to get off the ground, but hadn't had internet at home for a while....thsi story is my first post~*~i put it on my facebook page 2 days ago and 15 friends have shared it!
November 5, 2011 at 11:55 PM
Madeline said…
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November 5, 2011 at 11:55 PM
Traci Hendrix Hart said…
This was the perfect antidote to my teenager-induced, confusion-afflicted mood this morning. Thank you for sharing!!!
November 7, 2011 at 6:51 AM
Angelina Lloyd said…
I am so glad that you liked it Traci...I love you
November 7, 2011 at 11:16 AM
Wind said…
I love love love this sweet and far reaching story. My heart is collecting stories like this, to feed itself when empty.
November 8, 2011 at 10:55 PM
Rose Turner said…
*deep breath* Thank you! Precisely what I needed to read this morning; to stop wallowing in my own pathetic (as seen from inside my eyes) and force myself to be a little more patient and know that Time will do what it's meant to do.
November 11, 2011 at 6:39 AM
Angelina Lloyd said…
I love each of you...with all the time in the world.
November 13, 2011 at 5:53 PM
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