The Little Boy And The Flute
Submitted by Charles Knights
When I was a little boy, about five or six years old in Barbados, to be precise in Brittons Hill. My mother took me to Bridgetown for window shopping at Christmas.
In a shop window at Cave Shepherd I saw a small wooden flute priced at just a couple dollars and was much taken to it.
As my mother and I boarded the bus (the old style open ones) on our way home I continued to pester my mother about how much I wanted the flute.
I kept annoying her and went on and on. Later in the evening with no respite. She grabbed me by the wrist and took me out the back door.
She angrily pointed to the moon and said: “young man that is the moon and if I could give it to you I would but there a some things I just cannot afford.”
I never mentioned that flute again.
I knew my mother was angry because she had gripped my wrist so tightly. There was a lesson I learned at a tender age in Barbados and it has served me well throughout my life.
In life there are some things you cannot “afford” despite the temptations forget them and move on.
If you can be anything be kind.