A Real Giant

Today's installment in my series of "How to Do LIfe" fables.

Posted Oct 14, 2015

Nigel Chadwick, CC 2.0
Source: Nigel Chadwick, CC 2.0

Here's today's offering in my series of "How to Do Life" fables.

In the mythical town of Illuso lived a giant named Gina. She was a gentle giant but tenderness was too discordant with what the townfolk expected of a giant. So, eager for acceptance, Gina grew into her expected role: She learned to stomp, growl, and even pillage a bit.

Only when Gina was back in her apartment could she be herself--She  loved listening to musical theatre songs and reading her favorite book, The Book of Giant Stories.  Even though it was a children's picture book, she read it again, and again, and again.

But one day while stomping, Gina's foot caught on something and she crashed to the ground. Crack! Her hip broke.

Because Stomping Gina had become feared, none of the townfolk came to her aid. So, in great pain, she limped to the trolley to get to the doctor. Alas, the doctor said his packed schedule meant she'd have to wait a week for the needed surgery.

So Gina limped back to the trolley and then to her apartment. The pain was so great that she didn't want to leave her apartment until surgery day. So Gina spent lots of time looking out the window.

Every day, Gina saw the doctor walk from his home toward the trolley stop with his dog, Meatball. As the trolley would arrive, he'd kiss Meatball and get on the trolley. Meatball would wander that quiet street all day until the doctor returned, kissed her again, and they'd walk home, more slowly than in the morning.

Then one day, Luther, the town bully, menacingly approached Meatball and grabbed for her collar. Meatball backed away and Luther stalked after her. Despite the pain, Gina limped outside as fast as she could. Terrified of the giant, Luther ran away to the onlookers' cheers.

Gina used her cell phone to tell the doctor what happened, whereupon the grateful doc asked if Gina could come now for the surgery. Gina, for the first time since she had hardened herself, cried-- in front of the townfolk! And they clapped. And from then on, Gina was her real self.

Are you assuming a societally expected but inauthentic role? If so, is that serving you?

Does this fable raise any other issues for you?

The final  fable in my series of "How to Do Life" fables is The Butterfly.

Marty Nemko's bio is in Wikipedia.