To Stand Up to Great Impossible Things
To stand up to great impossible things is to believe that impossible things are not so great. To believe that certain things are impossible, is to not believe in the thing at all. Mister Sam James did not know this when he first met me. In fact, he barely knew anything. All he was fond of was concealed in a small leather bound book with fifty-six white pages full of drawings- sketches of mythical fantasies and phenomenal creatures. Of which his teacher, Miss Daisy, believed to be a form of 'silly nonsense that-
"Will never sincerely amount to anything. When are you ever going to learn Sam, that stories like that are not real!"
Sighing and closing his book, Sam looked up from his desk and nodded. "Yes Miss Daisy."
Miss Daisy walked back over to the chalkboard and began to write down a sentence on the board – 'The mind is…"
A knock at the door.
"Come in!" The teacher shouted.
A man from the front office, Mister John Grace, came forth with a letter. As a sad look in his eyes and a depressed smile grazed his face, John walked up to Sam and whispered in his ear news that would lead the boy to understand what death is. I could have told him that- I could have told him a lot of things. How to handle it better for one thing. Then again, he hasn't met me yet.