I read this little short story with a theme of hope that I thought I would share. I am unsure of the author, but I wanted to share it anyway. This story talked about a man who was the lone survivor of a shipwreck and had washed up on a tiny, lonely island. Exhausted, he built a small hut out of driftwood and palm leaves to give him shelter from the elements, and to keep the few belongings that had washed up with him safe and dry also. Since the island was tiny, he would spend his days walking completely around it, picking up a little food, and whatever other items he could find to help him survive. This man also reinforced his hut each day because as each day passed, he lost a little more hope of being rescued from his terrible situation.
One day, the man was out waking, and a thunderstorm came up, and as the man made his way back to his hut, he could see it was on fire as lightning had struck it. The man fell to his knees, and cried out “Why God? Why take away my only hope of surviving here?” The man slept under a rock for the night, worrying about what his future would be after losing his shelter and belongings, and ultimately, all hope. The next day, the man saw a boat approaching, and he was rescued. The man asked, “How did you know to look for me here?” and the simple reply of the captain was, “We saw the smoke from your signal fire.”
There are so many times in our life where we can be forced to deal with some pretty tough ‘islands’, and we find ourselves relinquishing our hope for a better tomorrow, all while resolving to accept that our situation, our ‘hut’, is all that we have. We may spend our times investing in cures, self-help books, people, methods, remedies, and even sometimes, outright crazy fixes in an effort to build our ‘hut’ that shelters and protects us from that very same loss of hope. In all reality though, the very same thing that we are investing in to protect us is a growing reminder of our loss of hope, and truthfully is a blatant thief of our joy in the process. But at that point that the storms come, and lightning strikes our ‘hut’ of protection, destroying it, what are we left with?
Much like the man in the story, sometimes all we can see is what we have lost, completely focusing on the desperation of our situation. This then becomes what drives us, what motivates us to survive; loss. We live; afraid to lose we have built. We live focused on things that can be lost in an instant, instead of focusing on the horizon for the rescue. As a person diagnosed with PD, my entire life could focus on the ‘hut’ of treatment and prevention and preservation, and while all of those are important for sure, they are not on the horizon for me. My horizon is full of hope and possibility and definitely free of limitations. My hope is driven by my faith, and reinforced by the love of family and friends alike. My hope takes me away from my “hut” on this island, even if for a little while, and even if I have to come back to the island to sleep.
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