Ghost Writers. David Shaw
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you on a plate tomorrow? Even for just a few moments? No, neither would I, despite the fact that my ego is fairly well shackled, and I don’t play the National Lottery. Bah humbug! But we can always dream…
The point being that most of us would like to know if the grass really is greener on the other side and there is absolutely nothing wrong with this most ‘human’ form of curiosity. Because that’s why we are here in the physical world – to experience changes in our self and in those of us who we love. We cannot condemn those who seek material gain unless we find out for ourselves just how such a fallacy affects the human soul.
If I were to ask you if you would willingly give up every single material possession that you owned if it helped to save the life of your child then I know that you would do it in a heartbeat, and so would I. Indeed, the importance of being in a position of wealth where your range of choices is huge is without doubt a tempting entrée for any palette. However, once you dine at the table of Caligula, you may never again wish to cook in the kitchen of humility.
How much is that doggy in the window?
One day, in a fishing village not too far away, a small shop displayed an interesting item in its front window. The item looked completely harmless, yet, from this day forth, this one item would change the life of everyone who set eyes upon it. Many of the villagers actually passed by this shop as they made their way to and from the quaint little harbour where most of them worked. Life was simple in this small village and for the most part the villagers were content with this rudimentary lifestyle. Everyone contributed to this caring community and no one ever went without. That is, until the day when something quite extraordinary happened.
A large crowd had gathered at the shop window to gaze in wonder at the valuable commodity, yet no one seemed to possess the courage to enter the shop. A handmade sign innocuously sat beside the item – ‘To be sold to the highest bidder’. The villagers noticed this sign and its effect made them reluctant to venture inside. They mumbled to each other and smiled nervously. Curiosity had systematically encompassed them, yet naivety held them back.
And even though the gathering crowd grew bigger, noisier, and more excitable, the alluring item just sat in the shop window, staring innocently as the relative world around it descended into chaos.
Several months earlier, a local radio station had announced that a Tibetan Mastiff had been sold for a huge amount of money. The radio station concluded that the world had now gone completely mad and that you wouldn’t find anyone around these parts that would be stupid enough to pay that amount of money for a dog, never mind even possess that amount of money in the first place. The remarkable news story had entertained the villagers, who thought it was absolutely hilarious, and they all felt fortunate that money and greed hadn’t affected their lives in this desperately covetous fashion. Yet now, here they were, staring in bewilderment at this beautiful Tibetan Mastiff, for sale in their humble little shop, but seemingly only to the richest person in the village!
Urged on by his inquisitive friends, a middle-aged man edged forward towards the entrance of the shop. Before entering, he turned back around to face his friends, inanely searching for a reason not to proceed any further, but was swiftly encouraged to open the door and ask the question that dozens of others were too scared to ask – ‘How much is that doggy in the window?’
After a short while, the shop door opened and the man returned to a barrage of questions. He quickly raised his hand before declaring that if anyone wanted the prized asset then they should write their name on a piece of paper and state what they were willing to offer for it, before posting their bid in a specially made box inside the shop. He added that the current owner of the dog was the captain of a large container ship and he would return to harbour in three days’ time. He would make his final decision after considering all the proposals. The enthusiastic villagers willingly posted their bids and returned home dreaming of owning an extremely valuable item that could then be sold for a small fortune.
For the next three days, the only topic of conversation in the village was about who exactly would win the auction. The villagers boasted how much of their hard-earned savings they were prepared to spend on this tempting investment. They imagined the prosperous lifestyle that selling this asset could afford them and how they could leave this decidedly uninteresting village and set up home in a more prosperous and exciting town or city.
The three days quickly passed and the villagers eagerly awaited the arrival of the ship that carried the owner of the priceless Tibetan Mastiff. As the ship anchored, a huge cheer erupted to the embarrassment of the stunned captain, waiting patiently to disembark from a journey that was customarily ignored on any other day of the week.
The captain began to stride away in the direction of the village shop, now instinctively aware of the reason why his arrival has signified such a euphoric welcome, and also eager to put the villagers out of their self-inflicted misery! He entered the shop and quickly closed the door behind him, whilst the villagers eagerly waited outside in an anomalous silence that had been induced by a mixture of excitement and nervous tension.
After what seemed like an eternity to the frenzied crowd, the captain opened the shop door and stepped outside with an air of authority. Without uttering a single word, he proceeded to individually read each and every written proposal that had just been reclaimed from the box inside the shop. The eerie silence persisted as the captain began to drop each newly read proposal at his feet, before suddenly looking up at the crowd and raising one bid aloft. The crowd murmured, wondering if the captain had finally found the winning bid.
‘Where is Sasha?’ asked the captain. The crowd began to murmur more intensely.
Muffled cries of, ‘Where would Sasha find that sort of money?’ and, ‘I didn’t know that Sasha’s grandmother had any money at all!’ could be heard amidst a second plea from the captain as to the whereabouts of the mysterious Sasha.
All of a sudden, a young boy eased his way to the front of the crowd and raised his hand. ‘I am Sasha,’ he whispered in an unpretentious tone.
The captain smiled before returning inside the shop. The small boy stood motionless as the rest of the villagers started to crowd around him, all hoping that there had been a mistake and that Sasha hadn’t won the prized asset.
The captain returned outside with the Tibetan Mastiff on a lead and presented the dog to Sasha. He smiled at the young boy before promptly leaving in the direction of the harbour. And as he did so, he purposefully dropped Sasha’s winning bid on the road. The disbelieving crowd ignored Sasha and his prize, choosing instead to race for details of the winning bid. The first villager to find Sasha’s bid held it up against the shop window and began to read out loud what had been written on it.
‘“My parents died when I was only three so I know what it feels like to be all alone. But I live with my grandmother now and she loves me very much. She is old and has no money to buy the dog. But she says that if I loved a dog as much as she loves me then I should let you know that it’s all I can offer. I promise to walk the dog every day and I’m sure we would become best friends forever. Thank you, Sasha.”’
As the final word was humbly read out, an unnerving silence returned once more. The villagers turned to face Sasha, before slowly beginning their short walk home to try and resume some form of normality. Some of them smiled as they passed him by, others patted him on the shoulder. One of them whispered in his ear, ‘Thank you for saving our village.’
As they passed the harbour they noticed that the captain’s ship was no longer in dock. Had it left already? Or was it ever there at all?
Sasha took his new best friend home to his grandmother’s house and they proceeded to live a life of unconditional love…as did the rest of the newly educated villagers.
Maybe we could all learn something from Sasha and his dog.
To forgive someone is a natural progression of experiencing profound human emotions and accepting the consequences. For example; you may forgive someone for simply