There once was a small
village situated in a quaint little hollow on the Coast of merry old
England. The village was full of happy people going about their merry
lives. Due to it's position on the rocky coastline, the village was
completely blocked from all other villages except for one narrow road
leading out to the main trade routes.
One day a group of villagers
were traveling to trade with other villages to obtain needed supplies when
they were ambushed by a fierce dragon. "Leave my domain or perish by
my fiery breath," shouted the dragon. The party ran back to the
village to tell of their frightening experience. A group of
disbelieving villagers got together and traveled to that same location
only to find that the dragon had taken up residence directly beside their
road. He shouted the same warning to them, and they fled in terror.
This was obviously disastrous for
the villagers since they were now blocked from their only trade route and
would eventually run out of supplies and all starve to death. At first a
few brave souls attempted to just ride past the dragon. But he was much
too fierce and cunning. The poor souls were burned to a crisp by his fiery
breath. Then several of the biggest, strongest warriors decided to go face
to face with this dragon. They grabbed their swords, shouted "God
save the Queen" and confronted the beast. Alas, the poor brave souls
met the same fate as their predecessors. They were not seen or heard from
Feeling that their fate was sealed,
many of the villagers began to panic, others simply fell into a state of
depression, accepting their impending doom. Still others went to the
extreme of hurling themselves from rocky cliffs into the seas rather than
face the slow torturous death they believed was now inevitable. But one
small rather geeky villager named William approached the Counsel of Elders
with a plan. He stepped into the circle of Elders with these words:
"If we must
perish, then perish we must. But we must not simply resign ourselves to a
slow agonizing end without a battle."
shouted the Grand Elder of the Counsel. "This dragon has easily
defeated our most able warriors. It would be suicide for any man to go
against him. Your plan is useless."
so", said young William. "But maybe we have been fighting with
the wrong weapons. Obviously our current weapons have been futile. So
rather than continuously repeating unsuccessful practices. We must sharpen
our wits and invent new weapons, devise new strategies, push forward with
the all of the resourcefulness we have in our village. If we believe we
can win, and never give up, eventually victory will surely be ours."
At that moment, the Elders looked at each other. They
began to mumble amongst each other. William could hear murmurings..."Maybe
this kid has something here," and, "I think he's right, if we
put our minds to it we can make it . We can survive". At that point
William knew that the battle was won. He could see that the attitude
amongst the Elders and the villagers had come full circle.
work began immediately. They built huge catapults that could propel fiery
projectiles for nearly a half mile. They built super long lances with
which they could attempt to spear the dragon from a safe distance. Most
importantly, they studied the habits of dragons for weeks upon weeks. They
read every textbook ever printed on dragons. They also studied the history
of the warriors of their village. Finding exactly what their own
weaknesses were and how they could most effectively overcome them.
They worked with their greatest military minds to devise plans for
bombarding the dragon day and night with projectiles for a week to
rob him of sleep. They planned to distract him with noise while flanking
him from several sides at once.
The day of reckoning finally came
to pass. They began their siege exactly as planned. Everything went
perfectly. After several days they decided it was time to attack. They
sent the village orchestra to a nearby hilltop playing polka music - as
the had learned that dragons hate polka music with a passion. They
charged the dragon from all sides, expecting a fierce battle with great
losses. Nevertheless, they felt almost assured that they would emerge
But the strangest thing happened!
As they approached the dragons lair, the dragon would not come out.
Instead of attack, he raised a white flag. The villagers dismounted and
cautiously approached the flag, weapons drawn, fearful of deception
and a counterattack. But the dragon slowly crawled out whimpering and
begging for his life. "Slay him, Slay him," cheered the
villagers. "Put a sock in it" said William, "Let's hear
this guy out. We're bigger than that. Of course, if we don't like his
story, then we'll slay him."
"Hooray," shouted the
villagers. "Whatever," retorted William. "Please spare me!"
begged the dragon. "Why are you so intent on destroying me?"
"Gee," said William,
"Maybe it's because you fricasseed a goodly portion of our village,
what'd ya think??" "Oh that," said the dragon. "Well I
was scared. They rode up on me so fast on those powerful horses. I tried
to scare them away, but when that didn't work I was only trying to protect
myself. Surely you can see that??
"I guess," said William,
"but you sure had us fooled. We thought we were goners for sure".
"My boy," said the dragon, "Hey how bout this? I'll go into
anger management therapy for this toasting-the-villagers problem I've been
dealing with. And you guys can chill with the fiery projectiles and
extended lance situation, cool???? "
"Oh sure, we trust you pal,"
said William sarcastically. "I've got a better idea: "You vacate
this road so we can get back to business, or well bake a certain turkey
for Thanksgiving that's so big, the whole village can get a slice, get
it!!" "Ulp, uh...ya know, I had been seriously considering
spending Thanksgiving with my brother up in Newport this year now that you
mention it," said the dragon as he ran into the cave and packed a
quick overnight bag. "Ta Ta," he bleated as he ran past the
villagers, caught the red eye, no pun intended of course.
Oddly enough, the dragon was
so grateful to William for sparing his life, that he sent him a thank you
note the very next Thanksgiving. "Thank you for sparing my life,"
he wrote, "I've been getting therapy and decided to have my self
De-Flamed so I'll never fricassee anyone again. I've even gone into a 12-step
program and given up drinking that yummy "Cave Juice" I was so
addicted to. How's life??"
William wrote back, "Are you
kidding? My military hardware company is unbelievable. I've hired all of
the villagers, copied a new line of hardware from a rival company called
"Crapple," forced them nearly out of business, bought their
controlling interests, and have pretty much overthrown the industry. I
have a new line of catapults coming out soon out called "Window
Breakers 95" Pretty catchy huh?"
is a Simple One
You are the victimized villagers. You are frightened of a dragon, your abuser,
who is frightened of you! However, this dragon seems to have
insurmountable power over you. You are in a seemingly hopeless situation
and destined to suffer a long slow demise. You are also William, the
part of your inner self (the village) which, if awakened, can overcome
almost any obstacle. But only if awakened!!! Your resources
(the villagers) find information in books Such as The Verbally Abusive Relationship, Dance of the Wounded Souls, and The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People
and learn about the dragon's weaknesses and - more importantly - your
Through your newfound power, you
will outsmart and confront your fearsome dragon: only to find out that he
is weaker than you and has been acting out of fear all along. However,
being brave and having integrity, you spare his life and your need for
revenge. You're not stupid enough to trust him to change, but you at least
hope he can change for his own good. One thing is for sure: If another
dragon comes along, you'll be more than ready for him, and any other
challenges life may bring.
I wrote this as the
introduction to my book, but I came up with a better analogy and decided to
share this one with my dear friends at Dr. Irene's Site. I should be finished
with my book by February or March. Until then, I'll be sharing my thoughts with
you occasionally as you have provided tremendous feedback and the
wonderful feeling that I am helping people.
Peace, And Love, Judge G
Dear Judge G,
You have a
wonderfully sharp mind, and the writing skills to convey your thoughts
well. Thank you for sharing your work with us and for submitting this
parable. I, for one, can't wait to read your book!
Best, best wishes, Dr. Irene
PS: Sounds like you made lots of progress in overcoming your bitter anger
towards her. Yippeee!
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