The donkey and the well

Lovely evening in Copenhagen Nyhavn, the sun in your face, the crowded lovely harbour area and Copenhagen from its best. I had stopped by for some lighter food and a beer with my old old manager since i was in town for a two days meeting.

As I am a very talkative girl and he knows it, he asked me to tell me my story since lately. I did... this was last summer and at that time a lot had happened to me... or lets say, I had gave myself, allowed the life to give me opportunities and challenges to deal with, decisions to make and love to live. As a spoke, I just realized it had been great moments, but also deep sorrows and challenges you would have kind of ... get burned out for.

As I spoke I just could see tears in his eyes and a face that I had never seen before, but since he was not my manger at this time... he did not hold back. At the same time, he smiled and smiled but I think in one way he cried inside.

As I was ready, and it took some time, he asked if he could tell me a story and of course I said yes.

Then he told me the donkey and the well story. Here it is in my version.

Two men passed a well and they heard something barking down there. They looked down and they saw a donkey very far down. The donkey looked at them and his eyes told them .... " take me up from here, I want to live, help me!!! ".

The two men looked at each other, what could they do. Impossible to get the donkey up, no way that they could do that because then they should probably fall down themselves. So... no matter how they should do, the donkey would probably die anyway. Heard but true. The decided to give the donkey at least a quick death so they start to dig from the outside to fill the well with soil and bury the donkey. They digged and digged. And they looked the donkey straight in the eyes as the soil went down... but they saw him all the time... strange. The face came closer and closer. And after even more digging and burying ... the donkey was standing aside them at the top of the well.

The two men looked surprised at each other, what happened?

Smiling, greatful and so full of living energy, standing alive. The eyes of the donkey were happily smiling, " thank you ! and the donkey walked away.

The donkey shook the soil of each time it hit him in the well out and off and ..Alive.

As my Manager had finalized his story, I cried. In silence as I just realized I was the donkey he talked about and I was alive.

I love this story and I have told it to some of my friends that can understand what I am talking about, and the ones who knows that I am full of energy, choose love and happiness and love to live as much as the donkey.

At the moment, now ... I cant shake, damn... I can shake and I just feel the soil coming. I just keep my eyes and my mouth open to breath .. and I am alive.

Celine Dion is on of my favourite singer, This Alive is fantastic in Vegas... It could have been me.. performing and singing... well... I cant sing as good as her but I can dance and my legs look as great as hers in high heels shoes ... :-)

Maybe I go to Vegas, I need a trip... and also buy me another pair of shoes... that might help some .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xS2mav63VkI


/Anna