The Juggler

I once heard a story of a little girl named Leah who only wanted to be a good juggler after she saw a magician perform.

She decided to practice. She started with 2 marbles. She practiced and practiced. When she got good enough to, she moved to 3 marbles. She practiced and practiced. When she wasn’t in school, eating or sleeping, she juggled.

She got really good. So she decided to try golf balls. She started with 2. She practiced and practiced. When she got good enough to, she moved to 3. She practiced and practiced. When she wasn’t in school, eating or sleeping, she juggled.

She moved up to softballs. She started with 2. She practiced and practiced. When she got good enough to, she moved to 3. She practiced and practiced. When she wasn’t in school, eating or sleeping, she juggled.

She moved up to basketballs…

She moved up to big exercise balls…

She moved up to house balls… (Yes, as big as a house)

She got bored. She said I need to learn to juggle something more difficult. She picked up her house and the neighbors house. She started with 2. She practiced and practiced. When she got good enough to, she moved to 3. She practiced. When she wasn’t in school, eating or sleeping, she juggled.

One day, she picked up her school and another big building and juggled them. She threw the school up REALLY high. So high it didn’t come down.

She missed her friends. She missed having nowhere to go every day. She said, “if my school comes back down, I promise I’ll only Juggle normal sized things.”

One week later, Leah was awakened to a huge crash, bam, smash! The whole neighborhood ran outside to see what had happened. The school had come back! Leah had thrown it so far out into the universe, but it finally fell back down.

Everyone in town was thrilled. None more than Leah. She kept here promise, and never juggled anything larger than a basketball or longer than a bowling pin for the rest of her life.

(stories from my imagination with LBV)