Here is a story I came across in a book not long ago. I really like it and thought I need to share it with you.
The Giant.
Once upon a time there stood a poverty-stricken village at the foot of a mountain. On top of the mountain was some hidden treasure, which would solve all the villagers' problems, but the treasure was guarded by an enormous giant, who bellowed so ferociously at anyone who climbed the mountain that no villager dared to do so. The villagers remained poor, existing on what little they could grow in the mountain's shadow.
Then one year, disaster struck - the harvest failed. The villagers turned to their king for help. Unless the king could bring back the treasure they would all starve to death. With trepidation in his heart and the last loaf of bread in his knapsack, the king set off up the mountain. As he climbed, the giant suddenly pounced from behind a huge boulder. Sure enough he was enormous, he roared horribly and tried to terrify the king out of his wits. He nearly succeeded, but instead of running away, the king braced himself and took one tiny step towards the giant. Was it his imagination, or had the giant shrunk an inch? He took another step forward and the giant seemed to shrink a little more. This diminution continued until the king, upon reaching the giant, was able to hold him in the palm of his hand. 'You don't look much like a giant now', said the king. 'We'll have to call you something else. What is your name anyway?' In a weak and feeble voice the giant replied, 'My name is....Terror!'
This wonderful story shows that fear in our minds stopping us from doing things and living our lives. If we face our fears, we are half way towards living the life we are so scared to live.
I hope you will like this story and maybe it will help some of you.
