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Oct. 18, 2007
The Life and Times of Ticonderoga #2
My life began like the life of many others. One day I was a tree, the next I was not. I am not going to bore you with the details of my former life, though. I will begin with a time not too long before now. This time began in a brightly lit place next to several of my companions. We were tightly packed into our traveling compartment and I wondered where my life was leading from here. You know those moments where "the rubber meets the road", was this all I was created for?
The scenery began to change one day. To my life, any change was to be treasured. The jostling was not so comfortable but I was willing to bear it for the sake of adventure. As the world stopped rolling and we settled into place, I was concerned that life was going to be stagnant again. That was a short-lived concern, you see, I was chosen.
When I say "chosen" I mean singled out. I was picked from the crowd of others packed together and I was the one to be "used". Now, I will not say it was easy. I was quite dull from not being used so I needed constant "sharpening". That was not always pleasant, but I was okay with it. The chance to be used was all the reward I needed to withstand the pain of sharpening.
I was chosen to be used to create. I was chosen to tell stories. All of life was flowing from me. I was chosen to share thoughts and dreams, beautiful pictures and wonderings. My life was more than dullness and status quo. I was to be used to become more than a piece of wood.
With that "use" came change. I was no longer the same as I was. Each sharpening made less of me, but inside I knew that it was okay. I was leaving a legacy which was more than what I was or ever could become.
One day, I was laid aside. There was no more sharpening to be done. I had become complete. I had lead a full, long life of many adventures and I was tired, ready to be done. I am not gone, though. That legacy of being chosen and used can be seen today in all the different ways I was used. I am complete not because my life came to an end, but because of all the ways I was used.
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