A Rope of Sand
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Have you ever held a rope of sand? We all have at some point in our lives. A rope that
can be destroyed at the slightest disturbance, a rope that cannot be easily replaced. A rope of
sand is very fragile. A rope of sand is very rare. A strong rope especially. A rope of sand takes
many, many years to create, many years without fault, many years with concentration, many
years with teamwork. Each grain of sand in the rope represents a bond within the team. The less
bond the team has, the weaker the rope is. The rope of sand is a great treasure to behold and
the fruits of its labour are plentiful and sweet.
If you had a rope of sand, would you treasure it? Or would you merely acknowledge it?
If you had a rope of sand, would you show your thanks? Or would you toss it aside?
If you had a rope of sand, would you destroy it? If so, how would you? Mercifully quick,
so the one with the other end would be hurt, but not broken? Or tantalizingly slow, so that the
one with the other end would be left on their knees, empty and alone?
In this story, a poor, poor soul had formed a rope of sand with another, only to have
that person slowly destroy it, after years of friendship. Years full of tears, laughter, sorrow and
joy shared with each other. Those years, those beautiful carefree years, all tossed away, one
by one.
Like the grains of a rope of sand, slowly dissolving, slowly weakening the hard work
that went into it. Slowly. . . Painfully. . .
A rope of sand, something everyone has probably held at one time or another, has
probably had destroyed at one time or another. A rope of sand, a bond, a trust.
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Proluge
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Have you ever held a rope of sand? We all have at some point in our lives. A rope that
can be destroyed at the slightest disturbance, a rope that cannot be easily replaced. A rope of
sand is very fragile. A rope of sand is very rare. A strong rope especially. A rope of sand takes
many, many years to create, many years without fault, many years with concentration, many
years with teamwork. Each grain of sand in the rope represents a bond within the team. The less
bond the team has, the weaker the rope is. The rope of sand is a great treasure to behold and
the fruits of its labour are plentiful and sweet.
If you had a rope of sand, would you treasure it? Or would you merely acknowledge it?
If you had a rope of sand, would you show your thanks? Or would you toss it aside?
If you had a rope of sand, would you destroy it? If so, how would you? Mercifully quick,
so the one with the other end would be hurt, but not broken? Or tantalizingly slow, so that the
one with the other end would be left on their knees, empty and alone?
In this story, a poor, poor soul had formed a rope of sand with another, only to have
that person slowly destroy it, after years of friendship. Years full of tears, laughter, sorrow and
joy shared with each other. Those years, those beautiful carefree years, all tossed away, one
by one.
Like the grains of a rope of sand, slowly dissolving, slowly weakening the hard work
that went into it. Slowly. . . Painfully. . .
A rope of sand, something everyone has probably held at one time or another, has
probably had destroyed at one time or another. A rope of sand, a bond, a trust.
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