In a deserted backyard lies a piece of steel. Smeared with rust and dust, it indicates months, maybe years, of idleness. Long before, he has had surrendered to this hopeless fate. Rejected and abandoned, days for him were all dead bore. Sunny day. Rainy day. It doesn’t matter. It’s all the same. Nothing to look forward to except that one day, this farmer will pick him up and give him up either to the scavengers or garbage collectors.
But, one day, his master, threw him into the furnace. Red hot, he was pounded repeatedly by the sledge hammer, by this unmerciless, chiseled physique man. His ouch’s and ah’s were all unheard. He gasped for breath when all of a sudden he was plunged into a nearby pond. There, he lied the whole night. Still. Unconscious.
“Friend, wake up!”
. He heard a voice somewhere. He extended his neck to look around, trying to ward off the water dripping at his face.
“ I’m here just above you”.
It was the faucet. The wear and tear were very noticeable. The broken handle, only held in place by the abaca tied tightly around. The moss around the snout reminded him of the unshaven cave man.
“ Where I am?”
, he asked, as he leaned his back against a huge flint stone.
“ You’re in this shop for a bright future”, the faucet replied.
They heard footsteps approaching. They kept silent. Soon, the man grabbed him. He grinded him against the flint stone. The vigorous oscillations were undeniably irritating and annoying. The man seemed determined to make it hard for him.
He thought it was a foolish idea.
”, he shouted, “ I can’t cut this huge stone! Please stop!”
The man did not hear. The more he shouted. Until, he lost his voice. He resigned.
“ This is crazy. How can I cut this stone into half?
”, he murmured.
The sun set. The man wiped his wet brow, stood up and headed back home.
“ Hey, why are you so upset?”
, the faucet inquired.
“ I am a really a steel of worst fate. Years I have been idle and neglected. But when my owner picked me up, I was thrown into the fire and water. And I ended up in this nonsense grinding against the stone? How can I cut this gigantic stone? It was better for me to be thrown into the garbage bin.”,
“ Hey, friend, be patient. You just never know what the future lies ahead for you. Every experience we have today is preparing us for a better task tomorrow.”
, the faucet counseled wisely.
He pretended not to hear it. He refused to be consoled.
The next day, the man came and grinded him again. This was followed by more days. And his frustrations were snowballing as he saw the flint stone did not budge, even for an inch.
Then the day came when he was shelved at the corner of the shop, again. But his brewing bitterness can’t be contained.
One day he was awakened by a siren. The paramedics came because the son of his owner was hit by a falling tree. The, once happy playing boy was now lying unconscious, trapped by the arching branches of the tree. His master rushed to the shop. He grabbed him from his shelf and began hitting him against the branches, furiously. The huge branches are as rice stalks harvested by the sickle. He did not think it was that easy.
The boy moaned after the paramedics applied first aid. The siren was on again and the ambulance sped away.
He remembered what the old faucet told him.
It was the beginning of the best days for the rest of his life.