The
Mountain online preview
Ever since he could remember young Juan had been told the old stories
about the giant
mountain that towered up into the very heavens themselves. Artists often
painted with
themes centering on the legend. Poets and writers alike spun their own
impressions about
what it must be like or represent or impress on the culture. Many of
the people who lived
in the valley gathered together periodically to recount the story in
detail, even to sing
songs about it. Yet, in the eyes of all, it remained just a colorful,
inspirational story.
Juan
remembered that as a young child he really believed that the mountain
was there.
He was sure he had even seen it looming massively over the floor of
the valley. But
when he'd tell others, even his own mother and father, they only laughed
and patted him
on the head good-naturedly, telling him he would grow out of the childishness
soon. And
they were right; he did!
All
through his growing years the valley became more and more absorbing
with the
hustle and bustle of "fitting in" taking up every ounce ofone's
energy. His parents used
to encourage him daily, reminding him about the responsibilities of
carrying on the
family line and traditions. It certainly was an all consuming process;
and, but for the
similar efforts of his brother and sisters, he may have given up at
any of a number of
times in facing this common challenge.
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