notebookwriter
09-29-2011, 10:23 PM
The lost boy, poor and alone, walked down the night street. He had no real destination, but he did have a goal. His goal was to find some place where he would be welcome. He needed to be loved, and love was not something usual from the place he left. As he trudged along, with his ragged clothes hanging from his body, he considered what exactly he needed to feel welcome. His needs soon became wants: money, food, a large house, but he continued on, hoping to find a welcoming place.
He passed by a large house, it was lavishly decorated and echoed the noise of money. The boy walked up to the door and politely knocked twice. The door was answered and with a peep inside the boy realized that there was a party going on. The party slowed to a halt and people looked over at this poor creature standing in the doorway. The host looked down, judgingly, on the poor boy and said roughly, "What do you want boy." The boy merely looked up and replied, "I want nothing more then a family who will love me and care for me." The guests of the party started to grim and giggle. "But your nothing more then a street boy, you wear rags and expect to fit in with our society," the host shot, eagerly awaiting to get back to his party. "But sir, don't you care about a poor homeless, helpless boy." The guests started to laugh. The host feeling under pressure quickly said, "No, there more important things in life. Now off with you!" And with that he slammed the door. The lost boy turned around and continued down the road.
Not long after, the boy arrived at a medium sized house. It was decent, but not beautiful. He walked up to the door and politely knocked twice. An answer came immediately. Inside there was a family, gathered around a dinner table, enjoying a meal. "You poor thing, where are you from?" The boy pointed back the direction he came. "Would you like some food, or something to drink?" she asked. "I was actually looking for a place to live." The woman looked back on her family, her husband and her two children. "I am afraid we don't have any room left, but I would gladly give you some food." The boy took the soup and water thankfully and ate it on the porch, two eyes sadly watching him as long as he stayed. After finishing his meal, he returned the dish ware, got up and continued down the road.
It wasn't long before he reached a small house. It was bleak and depressing, but despite that those conditions still looked better then his past. The lost boy walked up to the door and knocked twice politely. A woman, heavy with the stress of life, answered the door. "Hello, how are you?" As if he were a neighbor. "I am ok, but I really need a place to live. I was wondering if you would let me live with you." The woman looked around sadly but observantly. "I would love for you too..." The boy's heart skipped a beat. "...but I am afraid that we can't support another child." His heart fell back into normal rhythm. "Here are some bread crumbs, but I am afraid that that is all I can offer you." With that the boy walked off, and decided to head down a side street.
The boy continued to walk, only seeing houses that looked like the ones he had been to before. Then a young girl approached him. "You are such a cute little boy but you must be so sad, would you care for some food or a place to sleep?" The boy followed and was taken inside a hospitality home. It was decent, similar to the medium sized house. He played games, made friends, ate, drank, and had a nap, but on awaking he realized that while this was a good place, it could be a house but it wasn't a home. The volunteers didn't love they only befriended. The people there didn't love, they only used, to improve their conditions and feelings. At this thought the boy realized what he must do. He left the hospitality home and headed straight down the road. His eyes not looking from house to house but focused dead on his path. He walked with determination and strength.
The boy realized something then. He realized that no matter how far he looked for a home, he would only find houses. He realized that what he had left behind was the one place he was really, truly welcome. He realized that even though it was the poorest of the poor conditions there was some feeling of good from the people there. He headed back where he was from and while there were times when he was mistreated, or looked down on, he knew he was welcomed and loved.
He passed by a large house, it was lavishly decorated and echoed the noise of money. The boy walked up to the door and politely knocked twice. The door was answered and with a peep inside the boy realized that there was a party going on. The party slowed to a halt and people looked over at this poor creature standing in the doorway. The host looked down, judgingly, on the poor boy and said roughly, "What do you want boy." The boy merely looked up and replied, "I want nothing more then a family who will love me and care for me." The guests of the party started to grim and giggle. "But your nothing more then a street boy, you wear rags and expect to fit in with our society," the host shot, eagerly awaiting to get back to his party. "But sir, don't you care about a poor homeless, helpless boy." The guests started to laugh. The host feeling under pressure quickly said, "No, there more important things in life. Now off with you!" And with that he slammed the door. The lost boy turned around and continued down the road.
Not long after, the boy arrived at a medium sized house. It was decent, but not beautiful. He walked up to the door and politely knocked twice. An answer came immediately. Inside there was a family, gathered around a dinner table, enjoying a meal. "You poor thing, where are you from?" The boy pointed back the direction he came. "Would you like some food, or something to drink?" she asked. "I was actually looking for a place to live." The woman looked back on her family, her husband and her two children. "I am afraid we don't have any room left, but I would gladly give you some food." The boy took the soup and water thankfully and ate it on the porch, two eyes sadly watching him as long as he stayed. After finishing his meal, he returned the dish ware, got up and continued down the road.
It wasn't long before he reached a small house. It was bleak and depressing, but despite that those conditions still looked better then his past. The lost boy walked up to the door and knocked twice politely. A woman, heavy with the stress of life, answered the door. "Hello, how are you?" As if he were a neighbor. "I am ok, but I really need a place to live. I was wondering if you would let me live with you." The woman looked around sadly but observantly. "I would love for you too..." The boy's heart skipped a beat. "...but I am afraid that we can't support another child." His heart fell back into normal rhythm. "Here are some bread crumbs, but I am afraid that that is all I can offer you." With that the boy walked off, and decided to head down a side street.
The boy continued to walk, only seeing houses that looked like the ones he had been to before. Then a young girl approached him. "You are such a cute little boy but you must be so sad, would you care for some food or a place to sleep?" The boy followed and was taken inside a hospitality home. It was decent, similar to the medium sized house. He played games, made friends, ate, drank, and had a nap, but on awaking he realized that while this was a good place, it could be a house but it wasn't a home. The volunteers didn't love they only befriended. The people there didn't love, they only used, to improve their conditions and feelings. At this thought the boy realized what he must do. He left the hospitality home and headed straight down the road. His eyes not looking from house to house but focused dead on his path. He walked with determination and strength.
The boy realized something then. He realized that no matter how far he looked for a home, he would only find houses. He realized that what he had left behind was the one place he was really, truly welcome. He realized that even though it was the poorest of the poor conditions there was some feeling of good from the people there. He headed back where he was from and while there were times when he was mistreated, or looked down on, he knew he was welcomed and loved.