Woodsy

(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.