When I was a kid, my sisters and I played outside with the neighbor boy nearly every day. I remember those long summer nights like they were yesterday–itchy with mosquitoes and freshly cut grass.

We mostly got along, but like all kids we fought from time to time. 

One particular fight I will never forget. We found a long strand of rope that we used to play tug-of-war with or tie someone to a tree for a mock execution–you know, normal kid stuff. The neighbor boy had the rope today, but for some reason, he didn’t want to share. 

It may have started as a legitimate game of tug-of-war, but quickly devolved into an “us against him” battle to retrieve the fraying, serpentine object. The neighbor boy had wrapped the entire rope around his arm and was hunched over it like it was a football, kneeling on the ground to keep anyone else from getting to it. 

He was bigger than us, but we were many. And so we pulled on his arms, we kicked him, we tried to poke him with sticks to get him to let go–nothing worked. Our struggle continued for what felt like hours.

The neighbor boy refused to give up, so instead we did–trudging back to the house in defeat.

The next day, there was a handwritten note on our front door. It was from the neighbor boy. He stated in his note that he was not happy with the way we had treated him the day before. He did not like being pulled on, or kicked or poked with sticks. 

I remember the guilt flooding my chest, as I had been the one to introduce the sticks–though in all fairness, I didn’t poke him hard. More of a jab to the ribs that was meant to catch him off guard.

But still, I realized it had hurt him. 

Uncomfortable with my feelings, I decided to turn guilt into anger.

He could have let go of the rope at any time. In fact, if I remembered correctly, he had taken the rope from someone else in the first place. He was the one who set the precedent that this was the game we were going to play, and then apparently didn’t have the hardiness of spirit to see it through. 

For many years, I judged him based on that incident. 

But as I have grown into an adult, I have watched many people endure all kinds of pain and punishment, always blaming those around them, somehow not realizing that all they have to do is let go of the rope.

Sometimes I am even surprised to find a rope in my own hands.

(C) 2021 Barbara Gray – no content may be used or reproduced without permission of the author.

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  1. Great message, Barbara. Sometimes in life, we are unaware of the things that shackle us; but by mindful reflection, hopefully, we are awakened and, as you stated, realize that we in control of our happiness and only need to let go of those things to live life more beautifully. I love your writing style!

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    1. Thank you, and yes you’ve perfectly articulated the message I was hoping to get across. We don’t always realize that others can only hurt us to the extent we let them.

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  2. That’s a nice metaphor for so many emotions.
    And it’s powerful that you never forgot that childhood incident.
    Many thanks for following my blog.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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    1. Thank you, it is one of many memories that stand out for me. I have more scheduled to publish on Tuesdays and Thursdays, come back if you’re interested in reading more!

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  3. I enjoyed reading your story! Life is like that so many times. Letting go of the rope might end the situation, but in life there are things that are based on morals and principles that make one hang on no matter what! Perhaps that is what is causing so much division today!
    Dwight

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    1. I’m so glad you enjoyed it!! And yes, having been married twice…I heartily agree. I held onto rope for far too long and for all the wrong reasons in the past. Letting go is liberating!

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  4. Abso-flipping-lutely! Let go of the rope! It’s easier said than done, but this is true, and I love how it goes both ways. Neighbor boy needed to let go of the rope, too.

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    1. Yes it does go both ways! I can say I don’t think anyone was in the “right” here. Thanks for reading!

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