Monday, January 6, 2014

The Storyteller (not written by me)

Hey guys. I was reading a book called Stories for a Teen’s Heart today. There were a lot of touching stories but I found a really good one so I’m posting it here for you to read.

The Storyteller
Author: Unknown
“The Storyteller” author and original source unknown. Quoted from Real magazine.

A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small Tennessee town. From the beginning, Daddy was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Bill, who was five years older than me, was my example. Fran, my younger sister, gave me an opportunity to play big brother and develop the art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors—Mom taught me to love the Bible, and Dad taught me to obey it. But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries, and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spellbound for hours each evening.

If I wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it all. He knew about the past, understood the present, and seemingly could predict the future. The pictures he could draw were so lifelike that I would often laugh or cry as I watched.

He was like a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, Bill, and me to our first major league baseball game. He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several movie stars. My brother and I were deeply impressed by John Wayne in particular.

The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn’t seem to mind—but sometimes Mom would quietly get up while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places—go to her room, read her Bible, and pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave. You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt an obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house—not from us, from our friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor, however, used occasional four letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm. To my knowledge, the stranger was never confronted. My dad didn’t permit alcohol in his home—not even for cooking. But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often.

He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely, openly, and often about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I know now that my early concepts of the man/woman relationships were influenced by the stranger.

As I look back I believe it was the grace of God that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my parents. Yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave.

More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Morningside Drive. He is not nearly so intriguing to my dad as he is was in those early years. But if I were to walk into my parents’ den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?

We always just called him TV.


  1. sheesh4 i love your blog! you have the BEST BLOG EVER!!! if i saw you on AJ i would scream,
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    1. Haha sorry but I don't play AJ anymore. I quit last June.

    2. AJ is kinda full of scammers and mean people. Club Penguin's like "peace, dude" and a few fights sometimes. usually over pookies (super annoying! they always bug you to "pick" them) and whos teacher at the University
      Nightmareshappen8, your faithful blogger buddy

    3. I know. I used to play CP back in 2010 but it got boring. :P I've been around to most online games. No time anymore.

    4. You joined back? You get on all the time!
      crystalgirl7024 (on AJ)

  2. Wow. That is a GREAT story! It has the best ending. :P

  3. That was awesome. I wish you still played Animal Jam so i could buddy you. I have really good stories (not that i mean to brag) to tell. Could you post this one?: I'm a girl who loves to be outdoors, and I'm happy outdoors if I have my headphones, cellular, food/gatorade, Or any other stuff a normal 13 year old girl would like. I've never been mugged, luckily. But I hate bullies. Natasha is the worst bully in 7th grade. I've never told anyone, accept my best friends of course! I love my diary. (And Shawn!) Shawn is the cutest boy ever! So today, I was in the county jail. I mean, for a field trip of course. I was reading Diary Of A Wimpy Kid, cause it was so boring. One of the jailbirds told me: "YOU BETTER LEAVE OR THERE WILL ME TROUBLE! BIG TROUBLE!" Our teacher got us out of that crappy jail. I told the teacher that the guy was talking to me, not the whole class. Then i said that we maybe could just go to a different part of the jail. I guess the teacher liked that idea because the last thing I knew, we saw a guy peeing in the toilet right by the metal bars! Some people laughed and pointed. Some people covered their eyes and grossed out. Some people didn't give a rip. Some of the urine got all over. My teacher led us to safety. (THANK GOD! THANK GOD FOR THAT IDEA!) Suddenly, a mad-woman grabbed me by the shirt, took out one of her hair clips, and unlocked the cell! she grabbed me in and locked the cell. She covered my mouth with her disgusting hands so i couldn't yell for help. She took out her other hair clip, and jabbed it in my eye. She pushed it in even MORE! She took out a gun she had stolen from the police, and the last thing i knew, I was crying in pain and everything went white. My class never found me. The blood-splatterd cell would have been ugly, if I would have survived to see it. I guess at least Natasha could not break my heart anymore. No one would care anyway.

    Post it? Btw, on Animal Jam i am Rag2136.



    2. that was not nice! -rag2136.

  4. Btw, me rag2136 again, srry if dat wuz too viloent!

    1. Delete that. Too many abreviations.

    2. And yes that was me. rag2136. not anyone else. sorry is this is suspicious.




    1. shup. (that means shut up)- rag2136 (no offense!)

  7. I really like Animal Jam and now the that the corn maze is out, I play AJ all the time! I haven't got to this blog in awhile (LONG time) Because now im in 7th grade andi have to type... study..... EAAAHIE!!!!!!!! please delete this comment once you have read this. stop reading NOW. please QUIT CAUSE IM DONE OKAY STOP dont!!!!-Rag2136 (with a sense of HUMOR for once!:D) OKAY. quit. bye. stop reading. BYE XD

  8. Cool story sheesh! Here's mine.......

    Once upon a time, there was a teen named Kate.
    She was babysitting 2 kids, Mary and William, while there parents were out at dinner.
    After a long night of cartoons and spaghetti, it was time to put the kids to bed.
    When Kate was putting Mary to bed in her room, she saw a very strange clown statue by the door.
    After Kate got both of the children to bed, she decided to call the mother and ask about the clown.
    So as soon as Kate asked, the mother told Kate to get out of the house with the kids, and that they called the police.
    The mother hung up before Kate could ask why, so she just went and got the children.
    After Kate got William, when she went into Mary's room, the clown nor Mary were there.
    So, Kate and William got out of the house,and the police showed up.
    After that, nobody saw the clown or Mary again.

    The end thx for reading!!!