I used to believe in Leprechauns (standard:Inspirational stories, 901 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 20 2012	Views/Reads: 3052/3	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I must make a confession. It has taken me a long time to get to the place where I am willing and comfortable to make such an admission. I think some of my friends will be shocked at what I have to say. I think it is time I come clean and confess. Sort of,

I must make a confession. It has taken me a long time to get to the
place where I am willing and comfortable to make such an admission. I 
think some of my friends will be shocked at what I have to say. I think 
it is time I come clean and confess. Sort of, clean the air, so to 
speak. 

Simply put, I used to believe in leprechauns. I know that comes as a
shock to all of my friends. At a distance, I look like a very 
reasonable, well-adjusted person. And the further away the better I 
look. The same thing goes with my distant relatives. The more distant 
they are the more I like them. 

Nobody would suspect that I had such a problem. You cannot tell what
burdens people are carrying just by looking at them. 

It all came to me by way of reading books. When I was a young person, I
read many books that had to do with leprechauns, rainbows and pots full 
of gold at the end of those rainbows. I was young and naïve at the time 
and believed everything I read. 

Once while my father was sleeping on the couch I ask him if he believed
in leprechauns and he grunted in such a way that I took it to mean that 
he also believed in them. If you cannot trust your father while he is 
sleeping, who in the world can you trust? 

Many a day I spent in the woods at the end of our property looking for
leprechauns. I can testify that they are rather elusive creatures but 
several times, I almost caught one. They always were just a few seconds 
quicker than I was. I looked where I thought they were but they were 
nowhere to be found. 

Do not get me wrong here. I was never frustrated in my fruitless search
of leprechauns. There is no better way to spend a day in the woods than 
searching for the elusive leprechaun. I began to think what I would do 
if I actually caught one. Then what would I do in the woods? It is 
always better to seek and not find than to find something and have to 
quit the seeking. 

I think it is something like fishermen. Few fishermen really fish for
fish. They fish so they can go home and brag about the one that got 
away. It is hard to brag about the fish you caught and then there is 
the messy job of cleaning those fish. No, it is better to have fished 
and not caught anything to have fished and caught something that you 
have to take home and clean. 

Such was my thoughts concerning my leprechaun pursuit. 

Many an evening I entertained my parents with the exciting exploits of
searching and almost catching a leprechaun today. I am sure they got 
tired of hearing, but I never tired of telling. Then the time came when 
I really had to face the facts. After almost a decade of diligently 
searching for leprechauns, I had to conclude that they were simply a 
figment of my imagination. And you know what happens to figs if you 
keep them around for a long time. I had to realize there were no such 
creatures as leprechauns. 

I must confess that it was a rather sad day for me. It was the beginning
of many sad days like this. 

For instance, the day I realized Santa Claus was not real. Every year I
diligently prepared my Christmas list starting out with, "Dear Ole 
Santa," and dictated my list of Christmas hopefuls. Often I would sit 
on his lap and carefully read my list to him. The last time I did this 
my wife made me get off his lap. Something about being too big or 
something like that. 

To my recollection, he never made good on any of those requests. Jolly
old soul? Phooey! 

Then there was the Easter Bunny. This had me for quite a while. After
all, I love the chocolate Easter bunnies he brought me along with the 
rest of the candy. Unlike Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny was very 
generous in dousing me with candy galore. I truly hated putting the 
Easter Bunny away. 

Probably the last one I will mention would be when a politician says, "I
feel your pain." At first, I thought this was a genuine concern for my 
state of affairs. When I found out he was just playing me in his 
political theater I wanted him to feel some more of my pain. 

Pondering this I begin to realize that many things that I have believed
in turned out not to be true. 

It is quite disconcerting when something you have believed in for a long
time turns out to be phony. While I am confessing here, I must confess 
that only one thing has turned out not to be disappointing. That one 
thing has been the Bible. It has been the only thing that has not let 
me down in life. I take great comfort in Psalms 119:105, "Thy word is a 
lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path." 

Many things disappoint me and I have given them up. I start each day
with the only thing that will never let me down, that is the Word of 
God. I believe the Bible. 


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