I had this
chance meeting with a man of wisdom. His features had aged beyond
recognition but his eyes sparkled like two of the brightest stars in
the sky. His speech slurred a little, which I found quite charming
as it gave me time to digest and understand all that he was saying.
This wise old man had experienced all the extremes and opposites of
life - love and hate, wealth and poverty, inferiority and
superiority - the list was endless. I sat there, enraptured by his
tales of wonder like scholer learning for the very first time.
Samson, for that was his name, traveled with me, in time, into his
cave of knowledge. The season changed, the leaves fell from the
trees, the sun came out but he carried on. I was thirsty and hungry
for this knowledge as it made me understand more about life. After a
long time he stopped speaking and I came out of my semi - trance
back to reality. He asked what I felt and all I could say was that I
was amazed. He smiled, a smile that would have lifted any heart, and
said, "One day you will sit where I am and relate your experiences
to others and you will have your very own cave of knowledge
to share. I wish that for you with love, with kindness and, most of
all, with peace. We all have our very own special experiences to
Today, twenty years later, I sit and remember
and know that this is the truth to be shared with one and all.