The Unwanted Wedding Part V

The dragon did not pause to introduce itself or give a wordy description of who he was.  He simply walked across the hall scattering screaming puff balls of fabric each time he took a step, and grasped the awestruck princess in one of its enormous clawed talons.

The claws squeezed so tightly around her waste, she could not scream or give vent to the feeling piling up inside of her.  She was horrified at the thought of being this terrifying beasts dinner, but she was also rejoicing because the dragon had done what she could not do.  It had found a way to keep her from marrying the ugly prince.

The dragon launched itself off the ground, and rocketed through the ceiling, creating another hole in the middle of the hall.  The King grabbed the princess's train in a futile attempt to save her, but the thin fabric just ripped off of her dress.  Turned to the queen, and started to yell at her for making the dress out of such flimsy fabric and other foolish stuff.

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The dragon raced over mountains, valleys, and fields.  The dragon had relaxed its grip on the Princess allowing her to breath more easily.  As the time passed, the princess found that she was enjoying the trip.  She had never flown, and, therefore, had had no chance to see her kingdom from a bird's view.  She thought it was simply magnificent.

They flew for hours and hours.  Eventually, the princess fell asleep with the wind running through her hair and stinging her cheeks.

Backgrounds

Something that I find interesting about life is that you always learn something. For many years of our lives we go to school to learn. That is school's purpose, but I think the world and the experiences it holds are the best teachers. As I look back over the past few weeks I have been here, the things that stick out in my mind as things that have been learned are not academic.

I think what I've learned most is that people, no matter how similar they or their situations may be now, come from vastly different life experiences. I often take having similar backgrounds for granted. Most of the people I grew up knowing and spending time with have life-stories similar to mine: Christian, middle class, white, and often home schooled.

But moving to college threw me into the vast whirl-wind of people: people of all nationalities, life experiences, hopes, dreams, and desires. Each of these factors brings something to a group or a friendship that is clearly unique to them and them alone. I'm a firm believer that where you came from has a direct impact on the person you become. Getting to know some people's stories helps you to know who they are now.

Our life stories are meant to be shared. They can be powerful leveling mechanisms, and I believe God uses them to share Him with others. Don't be afraid of your past. It makes you who you are.