(This is my first attempt at writting a story, hope you all like it. Woodsy is inspired from the feeling that many feel of being worthless and useless all over the world but don't realise that somewhere, somehow one day they had been of the most brilliant worth to somebody.)
Once upon a time there was a
wooden cart, let’s call him woodsy. Woodsy was abandoned by his owner because
of his old age which rendered him quite useless in the business of transporting
heavy materials. Woodsy heartbroken by now by the abandonment of his owner was
left under a bridge to spend his remaining life there. Devoid of all hope he
felt himself to be worthless, he could no longer claim the praise of his owner
by logging tons of heavy materials from far far away. He could no longer flaunt
his strength, his capacity, his longevity and the fact that he was the
heartbeat of his owner’s farm.
He was once the pride of his
owner but now he is just worthless, broken and battered. Depressed at his
dismal condition, being under the bridge further added to his miseries soon
people living and working nearby started taking away pieces of him to use as
firewood. Seeing these frail people taking pleasure out of the fire that his
body gave them, he began to realize that he was not worthless after all. Woodsy
had finally found a reason to live again; he had found hope in helping those
poor people provide fire in the deathly cold. As time passed the remaining
pieces of his body were also taken away and Woodsy proud and smiling as death
neared to take him away to another life realizes the true meaning of his life
–happiness of others.
