Starting
Point Day
not defined by a nickel
By JAMES STEPHEN
BEHRENS
I once went to a writers
conference in Boston. The conference included classes in which the teacher read
short stories written by the students. After the story was read, we would
critique the story. One of my classmates, a middle-aged woman, sat near me as
her story was read. She squirmed and doodled on a pad as her words were
absorbed by the class.
The teacher finished the story. The assault began. At first it was
nice and gentle -- like a soft warm wind that comes before a hurricane. The
first respondents liked the story. The characters were real, there was a flow,
nice imagery. The woman beamed as if she had at last discovered a group who
knew her inner truth, her inner worth.
In the story was a five-word sentence: The vase cost a
nickel. A man raised his hand and harrumphed, No vase costs a
nickel.
The finger was out of the dyke. Hands shot up. There was an
outpouring of comments about the cost of a vase and where such might be bought.
Someone shrilled that the question of the nickel price threw the rest of the
story into a false light that she had not seen before until the vase problem
was introduced. Someone else tried to come to the rescue of the woman, who was
by now doodling with a fury. He said that he saw a vase at a flea market in
Vermont that went for three cents. The woman kept making tighter and tighter
circles.
This went on and on. The woman finally could no longer take it,
and she stopped her doodling and stood. Her voice cracking with emotion, she
swore there was truth to the nickel vase. And she said that she would not
change it. She started to cry. She gathered her things and walked out of the
room. The teacher followed her, but the woman never came back.
A man said, That was some reaction over a nickel. She really
lost it over five cents.
But maybe the nickel was not the issue at all. Perhaps there were
other things bothering her that took their toll in the form of a nickel. Things
did get out of hand, and one critique led to another. By the time she lost her
composure the goodness and beauty of the rest of the story no longer seemed to
matter.
A small thing can cause such pain.
Any days events can be like a vast collection of nickels.
Taken all together they constitute a great wealth: They are the goodness that
is human life, for life is like a ceaseless gift of one nickel after another.
But there might be a tarnished one in the bunch.
Take that for what it is worth -- a five-cent piece and nothing
more -- and value it for its contribution to the accumulating wealth that is
your life. Dont estimate the worth of a days wealth through one
smudged nickel. Take it for the small change it is and get on with the story
that is your life this day.
Trappist Fr. James Stephen Behrens lives at Holy Spirit
Monastery in Conyers, Ga. His e-mail address is
james@trappist.net
National Catholic Reporter, September 8,
2000
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