I consider myself to be a pretty lucky person. In my role as the
main writer for our local community paper I get to meet a lot of wonderful people
of all ages from all walks of life. My responsibilities as the marketing director of
our local shopping centre also afford me many opportunities to encounter local
residents who are actively involved with the churches, sports
organizations and service groups.
because of the 28 years I spent as a classroom teacher, I always enjoy
getting into the schools where I can talk to young boys and girls who have
so many questions about the exciting, yet unpredictable future that lies
ahead of them.
One boy I met recently
spoke about how he felt about living in our little town of
Valley East. “Sudbury
such a terrible place to grow up. I can’t wait to move away from this
dump and live in
Everything is big and modern down there. Life must be wonderful in the big
I sat down with the
young lad and told him that I understood how he felt. “What you
are feeling is quite normal. Even adults often think that things would be
better in other circumstances. We are always looking for better jobs,
better houses, better places to vacation, etc. A lot of people think that Sudbury
is a dump, and not a place where they want to spend the rest of their
I then told him a
little story called, “The Golden Windows”.
There was once a young
boy living on a farm which seemed like it was so far away from everywhere.
He needed to get up before sunrise every morning to start his chores and
then go out again later to do the evening ones. During sunrise he would
take a break and climb up on the fence so in the distance he could see the
house with golden windows. He thought how great it would be to live there
and his mind would wander to imagine the modern equipment and appliances
that might exist in the house.
"If they can
afford golden windows, then they must have other nice things too." He
promised himself that some day he would go there and see this wonderful
place for himself.
Then one morning his
father told him to stay home and his father would do the chores. Knowing
that this was his chance, he packed a sandwich and headed across the field
towards the house with the golden windows.
As the afternoon went
on, he began to realize how he misjudged the distance, but something else
was also very wrong. As he approached the house, he saw no golden windows,
but instead a place with a broken down fence. He went to the tattered
screen door and knocked. A boy very close to his own age opened the door.
He asked him if he has
seen the house with the golden windows. The boy said, "Sure, I
know." and invited him to sit on the porch. As he sat there, he
looked back from where he just came where the sunset turned the windows on
his own home to Gold.
HAVE EVERYTHING YOU ARE LOOKING FOR RIGHT HERE
And so, I said to the
young boy I was speaking to that day, and I say to all of my readers,
regardless of your age or personal circumstance, what appears in life to
be "golden" is sometimes just an illusion. You may not realize
it, but there are a lot of things about living in the
in particular, that people in other places would love. To them, you are
the lucky ones. You have everything they are looking for - all you have to
do is look at things the right way.
In the story, the first
boy saw the sun reflecting on the distant windows each morning. To him,
that was the place where all the riches lie. To the other boy, who saw the
sun reflecting on the first boy’s windows as the sun set in the evening
that was where the riches must surely lie. It’s all a matter of
I told the young boy
that he will soon have his chance to discover for himself what lies
outside this region. However, all I asked of him was that he would every
once in a while look back to where he was coming from and see the golden
windows that we have right here in his old home town of Valley East