I had a challenge the other day. Not so much related to PT as it was to sizing up danger.
Admittedly, it wasn’t offered in appearance as danger, just a friend sharing an opportunity she had stumbled upon. She hadn’t gotten three sentences out until I was thinking back to a website (www.SCOOBYPHOTOS.com) I found recently when another friend approached me. Seems like these things come in waves.
It was one of those mlm opportunities that friends cast upon friends from time to time. I guess it creates a buzz for a while among circles of relationships and then dies back down when things don’t pan out the way they want.
I was prepared this time. I told her about the legend of the Blue Knight.
For years upon years the village folk told of an ogre in a lagoon outside the town. Many brave men had left in pursuit of that ogre, but none had returned. With every failed champion the gory strength of the ogre grew stronger and stronger. In fact, no one in the village could even recall anyone they personally knew who had gone to kill the terrible ogre. Every one simply stayed away from the ogre and his pit.
The Blue Knight was always up for a challenge and this seemed to be the very one he had been searching for.
Receiving directions from the village, he made his way to the edge of the lagoon. Indeed, there was the access to the pit, just as narrow as described. So small, in truth, it required him to remove his suit of armor and even a portion of his clothing in order to enter therein.
He carefully tucked his dagger into his belt and slowly crawled and nestled his way into the damp, cool pit.
As his vision adjusted to the darkness, he could make out in the distance a heap of bones and along side the various pieces of weaponry no doubt carried there by his fellow champions in arms, having given their lives in the pursuit of this ogre.
There, just a foot from a second mound was the figure of something as small as a rodent. Watching carefully, the Blue Knight made his way in the direction of the figure. As he came upon the little opponent, the Knight clutched his dagger ever tighter, anticipating the lunge toward the thing as quickly as it came within reach.
To the Knight’s surprise and with a little relief, the ogre scampered into a small hole right at the foot of the second mound, just as the Knight approached.
Yet, in almost a second’s passing, the Knight stopped short of the small entrance. Right there, lying in full view as if waiting only for the company of the Knight’s grasp, were clumps of gold like huge cauliflower heads and bulbs of diamonds like large onions. They glistened in the low light of the pit, almost seizing every ray of light to reveal their brilliance alone.
The Blue Knight, in that instance realized, if he were to take back just one bit of this treasure there would be several townsfolk who would join him in his return. Then, the ogre would be cast away, the treasure would be shared and the Blue Knight would be both rich and legendary.
Yet, without any pocket, without any bag, how was he to take even a small example of the treasure back for proof? He would need proof in order to overcome the ridiculous fear this small ogre had amassed over the years and years of having the stories told.
Simple, the Blue Knight thought, I’ll take one of the smaller diamonds in my mouth, use both hands to retreat and make haste to come back with the villagers.
Admittedly, even one of the smaller diamonds was quite large, but he found one that could fit well in his mouth and he started for the exit.
Clutching the diamond to the roof of his mouth with his tongue, he used both hands and feet to clear the entry for exit.
Farther and farther he crawled, upward toward the entrance, dirt rolling past his body and down into the pit.
With all the hard work to get out, the Blue Knight found himself exhausted. He took in a large, wide open mouth gulp of air and in that instance the diamond slipped from his tongue and lodged in his throat cutting off the air to his lungs.
The poor Knight choked on the diamond, lost his breath, and rolled backward right upon the heap of bones he’d seen as he entered the pit.
Turns out it was not the danger of the ogre in the pit, near as much as the greed of the Knight, and each of those who had gone before.
My friend understood when I declined her offer to join the multi-level marketing business she was trying to bring my way.