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fred,
and the looking glass
fred
was lonely. each morning he would wake-up and stare at the world
around him. he would press his face against the glass and wish he
could participate in all he saw. he saw the local kids playing and
he wanted to be in on the games. oh, don't get me wrong, the
children were kind to fred and they would wave at him and talk with him
whenever they saw his face plastered against the glass, but for him it
just was not the same - he wanted in on life.
one
day, while watching the local kids playing baseball, fred let his imagination
go wild. he dreamed of what it would be like to run on grass, to
roll in the dirt, to catch a ball and to run and laugh outside in the
fresh air - but his condition just would not allow it to happen.
after each day dream, and snap to reality, fred would hang his head
sadly and go about his daily routine. every so often, he would
peek out to see what was happening. over time fred's desires grew.
as
he peered into the forbidden world, he noticed changes he could only
dream about. he wondered what it would feel like to have snow hit
his face? what did the leaves feel like? did they change
texture, and they changed color? he wondered if snow had
taste? each day that passed, each dream he had, would make it
worse. he tried. he would spend days not looking outside but
that just seemed to make it worse. each passing day made him sadder
about his condition, his "handicap," and tears would well up
inside him and he dreamed of doing the impossible.
one
day, while fred was watching some local boys playing baseball and
dreaming about getting dirty, his wish came true. one of the boys
throw the ball, too fast, and too hard. "SMASH" - with
one hit the glass was broken, soon fred found himself
"outside" but his joy soon turned to sorrow. remember,
it doesn't take long for a goldfish to die when he's out of the water.
sometimes.
the world we desire is not the world we can live in.
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