Pada
suatu hari seekor anak kerang
di dasar laut mengadu dan mengeluh pada ibunya sebab sebutir pasir tajam
memasuki tubuhnya yang merah dan lembek. “Anakku,” kata sang ibu sambil
bercucuran air mata, “Tuhan tidak memberikan pada kita, bangsa kerang, sebuah
tangan pun, sehingga Ibu tak bisa menolongmu.”
Si
ibu terdiam, sejenak, “Sakit sekali, aku tahu anakku. Tetapi terimalah itu
sebagai takdir alam. Kuatkan hatimu. Jangan terlalu lincah lagi. Kerahkan
semangatmu melawan rasa ngilu dan nyeri yang menggigit. Balutlah pasir itu
dengan getah perutmu. Hanya itu yang bisa kau perbuat”, kata ibunya dengan
sendu dan lembut.
Anak
kerang pun melakukan nasihat bundanya. Ada hasilnya, tetapi rasa sakit bukan
alang kepalang. Kadang di tengah kesakitannya, ia meragukan nasihat ibunya.
Dengan air mata ia bertahan, bertahun-tahun lamanya. Tetapi tanpa disadarinya
sebutir mutiara mulai terbentuk dalam dagingnya. Makin lama makin halus. Rasa sakit
pun makin berkurang. Dan semakin lama mutiaranya semakin besar. Rasa sakit
menjadi terasa lebih wajar. Akhirnya sesudah sekian tahun, sebutir mutiara
besar, utuh mengkilap, dan berharga mahal pun terbentuk dengan sempurna.
Penderitaannya berubah menjadi mutiara, air matanya berubah menjadi sangat
berharga. Dirinya kini, sebagai hasil derita bertahun-tahun, lebih berharga
daripada sejuta kerang lain yang cuma disantap orang sebagai kerang rebus di
pinggir jalan.
Children Shellfish
One
day a child shells
on the sea floor complained and complained to her mother because a grain of
sand sharply into the red and flabby body. "My son," the mother
said as she tearfully, "God does not give us, the people of shells, a hand
too, so she can not help you."
The
mother was silent, for a moment, "It was so painful, I know my
son. But accept it as a natural destiny. Courage.Do not get too
frisky again. Muster your spirit against aches and pains are biting. Balutlah
sand it with sap your stomach. That's all you can do, "said his
mother with a mellow and soft.
Children
shells was doing her mother's advice. No result, but the pain is not
absurdly tall.Sometimes in the midst of pain, he doubted his mother's
advice. With tears he survived, many years. But without realizing a
pearl begins to form in the meat. Increasingly refined.The pain was
diminishing. And the greater the longer the pearl. The pain becomes
even more reasonable. Finally, after so many years, a large pearl, shiny
intact, and expensive was formed. Misery turned into pearls, her tears
turned into very valuable. She now, as a result of many years of
suffering, more valuable than a million other shellfish eaten only as a clam
stew at the roadside.
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