Hi Folks: As a writer and a storyteller, I collect stories the way others might collect stamps or record albums or… I collect them because they give me pleasure, and because it gives me pleasure to share them with others. Wherever I can I give credit to the person or people who authored a given story, but sometimes one comes across a story that is listed simply as ‘Author Unknown’. The following stort story is one of those. So to whomever authored this story, my gratitude!
An old Cree woman decided one day to present a priest she knew and loved with a sample of her embroidery. She left the house early, and began her journey to the town far away. The ground was hard and her feet were sore, but she continued on her quest.
As the day progressed, the sun beat down on her and baked her skin. The stones on the path cut her feet, and by the time she arrived at her destination, she was exhausted, her lips were cracked, and her feet were bleeding. Nonetheless, when the priest answered the door she held her embroidery up with great pride.
The priest’s eyes were filled with tears as he took the delicate embroidery from her hands, but his gaze was filled with the question ‘Why?’.
Looking up at him, the woman said, “Father, you don’t understand. The walk is part of the gift.”