Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The Little Prince

I am sure you all have read the wonderful book titled The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupéry
Here is the part that I enjoyed the most and I loved sharing it with my Nephew. HE is my Little Prince, I am amazed at how many lemons life has throw his way and he always comes out on top with a smile that can brighten your darkest days.. at such a tender age of 5, 6, 7 and now 8 children should never have to endure so much turmoil as he has.
But I believe that GOD has a purpose for him, and its up to the people who love him to help him get there.

My nephew is a dreamer and a lover of nature, animals and life. My only wish for him is to have a joy filled life and that happiness is in his heart always, may he trust in the Lord so that he never forgets or questions his value.

I used this book to teach him that even if the world does not believe in you.. YOU MUST BELIEVE IN YOURSELF..and never allow any one to make you doubt your purpose and your potential , specially ignorant adults..

To my Nephew D.A.P. ... God will bless You abundantly and he will cover you and protect you and you will be a great man, for the Honor and Glory of his Holy Name.. Amen.

Excerpt from The Little Prince :
Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.

In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion."

I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked like this:

I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.

But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"

My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of the boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:

The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

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