The Calling
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Timmy Turner was a twelve year old boy having a talk with his dad about a message he received on his tablet. Someone had sent him a message needing help getting down from a tree. His dad offered to accompany him but Timmy felt he needed to go alone.
As Timmy walked out from his dad he rushed down the path and through the rosemary bush. He noticed he felt very protective; the kind of protective you feel when your favorite toy is being misused by someone else. He quickened his steps to where he knew his friend would be. As he approached, he noticed the young boy in a maple tree with three others yelling up at him. "Hey, knock it off!" He yelled out but no one bothered to even turn around. The heckling continued with his friend lookin down from the branch sobbing. It seems he was chased up the tree.
Timmy ran to the kids who were taunting his friend yelling for them to stop. He knew exactly what his friend needed. Unsure why he knew, but he did. Just as he thought about it a storm began rolling through and the kids took off back to where they belong. He was comforted by the relief his friend had. "You can come down now." He spoke, and little Ike began climbing down the maple tree. Wiping tears from eyes, rain drenched, he slowly walked home hoping to avoid his bullies.
"How did that begin?" "Do you know them?" "Are they always like that?" But Timmy's questions seem to fall on deaf ears. "Maybe he doesn't want to talk about it." he thought to himself. He walked Timmy to his front porch where his mom was waiting. She ran with her arms out comforting her son escorting him inside the house. "Tim." He turned to see his dad with his arms folded with a smile on his face. "Ready to head back?" "No. I was hoping to go play for a while." Tim replied back.
"I need to explain something to you. You know this neat tablet you have? Well, it sends you important messages and its up to us to carryout the requests. Did you notice that the little boy there looked something like you?'' He asked reading Tim's face. "Well, yeah but I didn't think anything of that. Why does that matter?" Tim looked at his dad perplexed. His dad answers with hesitation, "We are what you would call his ancestors." "What is that?" Tim asked loudly. "Well, we are family, just many generations apart." His dad spoke.
Tim looked down at his tablet and began scrolling through the messages he got before answering today's. "Look at all these messages I missed." He looked, feeling let down. "Well sometimes we miss our calling and sometimes we can make it right." His dad looked up at the clouds. "We are all blowing in the wind, passing along, changing forms, remaining the same. We never stop learning. When you are ready to share your knowledge, you will again, one day. But as of right now, grow."
"How will I share knowledge?" Timmy kicks a rock along the trail, watching it skip off into the grass. "Through living with the living." His grandfather comes up behind. "You know, you weren't as inquisitive as you are now, before you met us as this form." He said looking at his son as he chuckles. "You were a quiet, meek, little guy. But I think it was do to your learning application".
Tim's dad looks down, "Your former life. The pit stop. This is a lot to take in so I'm not going to come out with it all at once. Just know that I love you as long as you love yourself. You are the enforcer and the compliant. You are the teacher and the student. You are the child, the father, mother, and sibling. You are everything, and everything is you."
