Sixty teenage girls, a handful of Arab teachers, and one American (with very limited language ability) piled into three buses this past Saturday, headed to the beach.
Another car with a family from the U.S. followed, bringing our group total close to 70. These young women, along with sixty young men who will hit the beach next week, are part of a program that offers leadership development, English study, and cultural experiences to students from limited-income backgrounds.
Sixty teenage girls collected sea glass, so that other women can make their living by turning it into jewelery.
Sixty teenage girls played team-building games with sand, saltwater, and a couple of hula hoops as the main props.
Sixty teenaged girls laughed in the sunshine and ate shawarma.
Educators, anthropologists, and politicians have discovered that small things like these can influence a person’s perspective. They challenge us to think outside our own needs, to work as a team, to be a community of life– that laughs much.
From my neighborhood I can see these barren, rocky mountains. While they lack the chaotic fun of sixty Arab teens on a beach day, the mountains serve as a testimony in my mind to one of my very favorite stories. They remind me that as I seek to help others gain perspective– to be an influencer– I am also being influenced by whatever I hold closest.
The story tells of a boy from another time and place, who loved to study the mountain from his valley home. A formation of rocks on the mountain looked like a face, full of wisdom, grace, and strength. The people of the valley had a prophecy: one day a person from their valley would emerge who would both resemble that Great Stone Face, and embody its nobility and virtue.
The boy spent each day gazing at the Stone Face in the mountain, contemplating the goodness he saw there, eager for the day that the prophecy would be fulfilled. As he grew up, he would still slip away to study the Face, drawing strength from its depths.
Different citizens of the valley emerged who were thought to be fulfillments of the prophecy: a wealthy business owner, a war hero, a politician. Each one promised something but could not match the virtue of the Great Stone Face, and fell short of the prophecy. Finally, the boy who had grown up studying the Great Stone Face– now an old man, and still meditating on that Face each day– met one last candidate.
He was a poet, born in the valley but absent for a long time. After meeting with the old man, the poet acknowledged quickly that despite his gifted pen, he lacked the depth fulfill the prophecy… The old man had begun a custom of going into a field at sunset, where the people of the valley gathered to hear him speak simple words of truth and encouragement, and the poet followed.
As the poet listened, and saw behind the old man’s shoulder the mountainside with the Great Stone Face, he called out something that everyone in the valley– except the old man himself– could see plainly: the old man was the fulfillment to the prophecy. He had gazed so hard at the Great Stone Face that he had become like it.
(read the full story, by Nathaniel Hawthorne, here: http://www.classicreader.com/book/726/1/ )
So what are you looking at?