Legend Examples
Dear Chiropractor, 54,
Your legend is so beautiful and exemplary that I almost cried writing it myself.
Of a little Jewish kid in Bronx doomed with alcoholic parents always fighting.
As you wrote it: you had to pull down the windows that the neighbors wouldn't
hear your mom and dad arguing and call the police on them. There was no driving
inspiration around you what so ever. Then a music teacher came, your Savior Angel.
He initiated you into the "mystery"
of music. You became a drummer in a garage-band, you were a promising rocker
when a "Giant Football Player", irritated by your long hair, grabbed you from
back, threw you into the air . . . You fell and became handicapped for years.
But you already learned from your Angel how to be passionate for something.
With an incredible turn in your orbit you started to study chiropractic books
first to heal yourself, then to heal others. You became a highly successful chiropractor
with two office in Manhattan and one in your house. Your legend doesn't end here.
You are still struggling with a guilt for your addiction to the alcohol and pot,
you feel the responsibility for your Kids' life who seem developing the same
problems. Just look, how obviously this story manifests itself in your house.
While you are healing others upstairs, you still live partly in your shadow-land
in the basement; a private gym and bar, where, as you wrote, you feel most at
home. Your legendary hero, as I see it (and if you agree with me), is King David.
First he beat the Giant Goliath. Later, when he was a king he made a fatal mistake,
but he won over his restlessness, devoted himself to his Nation, (Family.) He
got rid off his shadowy past and became what is now in our eyes, a builder and
savior of his people.
You don't have to follow your Hero's path step by step,
just keep his exemplary story over your shoulder, to look upon Him, as your Universal
Equivalent.
Dear Chaplain, 39,
Your story is among the few ones, where I confidently can say that THE HERO IS
JUST ONE STEP from the peak of his Legend. Soon through Your Legend you can enrich
many other's life.
Your Legend started in your home land, China.
You were standing opposite to your Father. You both were equally fine masters
of the marshal art. You both were ready to fight against each other until death.
I don't ask what aroused your bitter feelings towards him
You were ready to kill him or to be killed by him.
But in that moment your Father let his arms down.
He gave it up. - What was his motivation?
You don't know. We don't know.
Cowardice? Compassion? Divine inspiration?
He stopped you from living a life of guilt. Moreover, he cut you off forever
from a life in which conflicts are settled in physical fights. You left your
Fathers house, you left China. (I feel, you are still steaming with anger a decade
later.) You started here as bus boy, occasionally marshal art trainer, while
you studied and earned a diploma of computer science, which was such a great
victory, as you wrote. You also won your real battle over yourself, and perhaps
in an indirect way, over your Father. Finally you became a priest, a chaplain
of prisoners, passing on to them the conclusion of your story. You were passing
the message on, which was sent to you through you father: how to channel your
emotions in spiritual works. How to live a life in which conflicts aren't settled
in physical fights. You can feel gratitude towards him, who made you what you
are, not a life-taker, but a life-giver. Since you asked me, I would call you,
The Son Of His Father.
Many times Heroes are sent to the right path not by friends,
but by enemies, Many times the two are the same.
Wishing you the Best,
- Ivan
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