“Hello deary!” greets a strange man to a woman with tear-stained cheeks.
“Who are you?” asks the young girl.
“Your savior. I am here to fix you’re little problem.”
“Unless you can turn straw to gold, there’s nothing you can do.”
“You’re in luck!” he says. “It so happens that I can do that very thing. For a price,” he adds.
“Anything! You can have whatever you desire.” The girl was desperate.
“I want nothing much . . . Your first born child would do. Do we have a deal?”
If you don’t accept, you’ll be dead by morn, so it won’t matter anways. “Deal,” she agrees.
The nymph cackles, before he begins to spin the spinning wheel.
We have all heard the fairytale of Rumpelstiltskin [maybe not the Grimm version, in which when his bargain is foiled he angrily stomps his foot into the ground, and tears himself in two while attempting to pull it out], but have you noticed an important theme that can be taken from it? (other than don’t make deals with mythical creatures and promise them your firstborn child?) But, what about turning straw, into gold?
It sounds impossible, doesn’t it? But just because something sounds impossible, doesn’t mean it’s not possible. Just because few have done it, doesn’t mean it can’t be done. Just because you’re dream will be hard to accomplish, doesn’t mean it’s unaccomplishable.
A teen was on a foreign world that smelled of swamp gas and decay. He was tired, sore, drenched in sweat, and now his starfighter was at the bottom of a grimy mud hole.
“We’ll never get it out now!” he exclaims to his blue-white droid.
“So certain are you?” asks the little green alien that has been vigorously training him for days and days without end. “Hmph, always with you what cannot be done. Hear you nothing that I say?”
“Master, moving stones around is one thing, this is totally different,” he whines.
“No! No different. Only different in your mind. You must unlearn what you have learned.”
The teen was hesitant. “. . . Alright, I’ll give it a try.”
“No, try not. Do or do not, there is no try.”
He looked as his master with little assurance before again facing the bog. He let out a breath before he closed his eyes in concentration. He stretched out with the Force. He felt it—his ship. He grabbed her with an invisible hand and tugged. She shook, he could feel her loosening, lifting up from out of the mud. He tugged harder as he lifted—she was in there deep. The ship was much larger than the rocks that he had lifted only moments ago, which in turn took more of his focus and energy. His droid vocalized beeping encouragement.
The teen fought to keep his concentration, to keep a hold of her. He tightened his eyes—
His head hurt, he could feel his energy slipping away—
No!—she was too big! He couldn’t.
His mind’s connection broke, his ship slipped from his hand and sunk back into the marsh.
Disappointed, the teen returned to the alien. “I can’t,” he gasped. “It’s too big.”
“Size matters not,” the green alien replied. “Look at me, judge me by my size do you, hmm? Hmmm. And worry you should not, for my ally is the Force. And a powerful ally it is. Life breeds it, makes it grow. Hmm,” he grunted, as he altered his position, starring up into the tree line. “Its energy surrounds us . . . and binds us.” He focused his gaze back at the young man. “Luminous beings are we. Not this crude matter,” he said, grasping the teen’s shoulder with his three-fingered hand. “You must feel the Force around you. You. Between you. Me, the tree, the rock, everywhere. Yes, hmm. Even between the land and the ship.”
Enough! The teen was tired, frustrated, and had had enough listening to the rambling of an old man. He stood up and looked down on his master. “You want the impossible,” he said, before walking away, his back turned. He grabbed his jacket from a branch and harshly put it on, as he found a place some distance away to sit.
The small alien, saddened, used his cane to hobble towards the bank where his apprentice had stood. He closed his eyes in concentration and reached out his hand—
The swamp was bubbling! Excitedly, the robot squeaked! catching the teen’s attention. What’s going on? he wondered. He got up to investigate.
What?! No?! But . . . How?!
He could see his X-ring, green, covered in moss and other foliage from being in the water, floating above it, coming toward him! toward the shore. The teen stepped back, to give the alien more room to telepathically land his ship right in front of him.
There’s . . .
Still in disbelief, the teen slapped it, to make sure this wasn’t some illusion, a trick. His hand touched it; he felt the metal of his ship. This was real!
He circled her, in amazement! It was her! Laser canons, Incom 4L4 fusial thrust engines, transparisteel canopy—everything was in contact!
The teen walked over to his master in amazement, “I don’t . . . I don’t believe it!”
The alien answered, “That, is why you fail.”
Challenges will arise, and to us, they may look too big to handle, while in truth—they can be conquered. No challenge is too great. Nothing impossible. If you have a dream—fight for it! Quit believing in the “impossible.” Don’t let size convince you that it cannot be done. Straw can become gold, a great challenge overcome. It is up to you.
You can decide to give into the opinions of others, to sacrifice that what you care for—or you can choose to rise up! take charge! and accomplish what you desire. The choice is yours.
. . . Choose a dream, then, fight for it! Turn that straw, into gold.