I'm pretty sure my heart just stopped and is going to fall out any moment.
Anyways, before my heart stopped, I used to love this story:
- This story is from a not so distant time.
A man drifted in to a small village of a kingdom.
The man was enamored with the village, so he decided to settle down there.
However, the villagers did not want to open their minds to the man.
It was because his looks and his words were completely different,
but more than anything, he showed no interest in the religion that the villagers upheld.
The villagers kept distancing themselves from the man,
because they were afraid of the fact that they did not know who he truly was.
On the twentieth sunday since the man had settled down in the village,
as the villagers walked out of their church after sunday prayers
the man was standing in the square in front of the church.
Silently, after gazing at the villagers, the man started to dance all of a sudden.
The villagers could not take their eyes of the man's dance.
The way he moved, with both his arms open wide, looked as if he was
an eagle freely soaring into the vast open sky.
The way he was kicking the ground and flying in to the air looked as if he was
a dolphin elegantly swimming through the seas.
His body was free and overpowering as if it was free from gravity.
When he had finished dancing, the villagers that had filled the square sent fourth shouts of joys
and thunderous applause at the sight of his beautiful, captivating performance.
And then the villagers accepted the man.
In no time the rumors about the man spread to far away villages,
And many who wished to see the man dance swarmed in to the village.
The man just quietly danced, as he always did.
On the forty-fifth sunday since the man had settled down in the village,
the rumors of him also reached the jealous ruler of the kingdom.
The king's men cut the dancer's two legs, as the king ordered them to.
The villagers mourned, for they would never again be able to see the mans beautiful dance.
However, on the dawn of the seventieth sunday that the man who'd lost his legs had come to the village,
he appeared once more on the town square-- this time, with both his legs gone.
He sat in a chair and began to dance like a caged bird set free...
Moving his two arms, two hands, and all ten fingers.
That dance, too, captivated the hearts of the the villagers.
When tale of this new dance found way to everyone's lips,
the jealous ruler sent his men to cut off the dancing mans two arms.
The villagers felt lost, crushed that they would never see his dance again.
But it did not matter, for the man reappeared on the the square on the hundred and thirtieth sunday.
Everyones breath stopped short, and they watched him.
The man then began to dance with his neck, gracefully rolling it from side to side.
Ultimately the jealous ruler had his men slash the dancers neck.
The villagers who stood and watched as his neck rolled across the ground cried out in shock.
But what was more shocking than that was
that the man continued to dance--
This time with his eyes, he fluttered his eyelids, opening and closing them, chaining rhythms.
But the dance did not last long.
The man was slowly dying, shedding tears of blood.
Yet...
Even though the dancer's body aniseed from this world...
His dance continued long after his death, through stores that escaped the villagers lips.
His legend has lived on through word of mouth.
Even to you and me like this...
- So, what happened to the king and the villagers?
- That's not the point, but... no matter how hard the trials that life lays before us, and how ever much we get hurt or discouraged...
We are gonna dance to the end!