Tell Me a Story

Tell Me a Story


“There are big days and there are small days – which will it be?” –War Horse

I watched War Horse this weekend and cried through the whole thing.  In fact, I put myself through it twice, and twice I cried over certain heart-wrenching scenes.  Though I don’t know anyone personally who fought in WWI, I keenly felt the plight of each soldier on that battle field.

Also this weekend, I continued reading the great Tolstoy classic, Anna Karenina.  I felt tense and even ill at the moral failing of the main character.  I felt the flush of humiliation when Levin was refused by Kitty.  I sympathized with the wife of Stepan Arkadyevitch as she faced a hopeless situation.  In the comfort of my little apartment, in my cozy chair, I found myself in late 19thcentury Russia, moving among its aristocracy.

Even at church, as my pastor taught us about the “Rich Young Ruler,” I put myself in his shoes and attempted to travel his journey.   And as I bid bon voyage to a dear friend who is soon to be traveling abroad, I thumbed through her photo albums and was curious about each picture, about each story that could be told.

I love stories.  I’m guessing you do too.  It’s common to all human beings in every walk of life.  As children, we love bedtime stories.  (My dad used to act out some of our favorites, and though we’d heard them a hundred times, we still sat eagerly in our beds, hanging on every word.)  As we grow and meet new people, we’re interested in their personal story.  (Where did they come from?  Where are they going?  What have they seen?)  As adults, we use stories to distract us and relax us.  We have favorite TV shows that give us a new story involving the same characters every week.  We rent movies that make us cry.  We read books that make us think.  We hear true stories that we’ll always remember.  We dive into fiction that will help us forget.  And most of all, we love to tell our own story.

A couple of weeks ago, I invited all of our fund advisors (around 250 people) to tell me their “Fund Story.”  I wanted to know what prompted them to start a fund with the Community Foundation.  What made them decide to give back to Grant County?  There are those who started funds in memory of loved ones, to ensure that their legacy would never be forgotten.  There are those who started funds as a way to show their support for certain Grant County organizations.  Some started funds to feed the hungry; others started funds to grant scholarships.  There were funds started in the names of former community leaders, and funds started by those who wished to remain anonymous.  So many stories.  So many tales of people who saw a need and chose to give.

Today is another page in your story, a page that you will have the opportunity to read to the next generation and beyond, or at the very least, chat with your best friend about over lunch.  How do you want this page to read?  There are big days, and there are small days.  You are the one with the pen in your hand.  Which will it be?

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