This is a short story by Ted Dekker I found on his facebook page or you can otherwise look at his author website at www.teddekker.com
I absolutely loved this little story I had to post it on here for you all to see. Comment and let me know what you think or better yet email Ted and tell him he rocks!
The Boar
I always wondered why babies cry when I walk by, and now I know. I am a beast.
You ask me how I know. You see, I was walking through a beautiful forest on a Sunday afternoon stroll when a horrible snort sounded in the bushes to my right. I whirled and came face to face with an enormous hairy boar with two red eyes and long bloodied tusks.
I couldn’t move. But when the boar charged I managed to uproot my feet and run. Through the brush, over rocks, leaping ditches—I don’t remember because panic had shut down my mind.
Blind with that terror, I ran straight into a small canyon and pulled up hard at the base of a cliff. I could hear the beast’s snorting behind and I knew that my back would be pierced by those tusks. When I spun to face it, the boar slid to a glaring stop, a ferocious sight that turned me to ice.
It grunted once and charged, and I lost my mind to fear. I screamed bloody murder and threw myself directly for it, perhaps with a desperate hope it would turn and flee.
It did not flee. It took me head on.
But instead of smashing into those bloodied tusks, I crashed into mirrored glass that shattered and fell to the ground. I stood panting. The boar was gone. The only blood was on my forearms, where the mirror had cut me.
So you see, that is how I know that I am a beast.
My response, as with many of you, is D. Myself.
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