The Stone-carver’s Gift

2 Jul

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The stone-carver’s wife was dying. Completely heart broken he sought out the cities wisest man . “she cannot be saved, she can only be given the gift of time” the sage told him.

Hurrying off to his shop he chose the most beautiful slab of stone he possessed. He worked day and night for a full week, carving and polishing to perfection.

He finally emerged with the gift – his gift of time. A sundial that was destined to be the envy of fellow Romans for miles around.

Anxious to show it to his wife, he rushed back to his house only to discover that she had died in his absence. Her final days had been spent lying alone and feeling abandoned.

Angry, he returned to the wise man. “I thought you told me to give her the gift of time?” he raged.

You had a full seven days” came the reply “what did you do with them?”

Poor Stupidus Maximus could not turn back time.

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4 Responses to “The Stone-carver’s Gift”

  1. Alastair July 2, 2013 at 3:56 pm #

    Poor guy. Took it to mean the wrong thing. Great story 🙂

  2. Gabriella July 2, 2013 at 4:47 pm #

    A bitter ending for the carver! Unfortunately it is too late for him to learn.

  3. EagleAye July 4, 2013 at 9:16 pm #

    Oy! There’s a reason the stonecutter wasn’t the wisest in the town. We sometimes forget our humanity when we think too much. A great moral to this one.

  4. Sarah Ann July 10, 2013 at 3:35 pm #

    I’m glad you gave him that name to explain his actions. Time is not a physical thing to be given.

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