Once there was a little purple fish that lived in a pond with other purple fish. The purple fish were sick, and most of them spread their disease to one another. The pond she lived in was murky and always dark. Living in the pond started to make the little purple fish sick too, and she didn't want to stay in the same pond with the other purple fish anymore.
One day while exploring, she found a hole in the side of the pond that led away from her pond. She didn't know where it led, but she thought, "I have to try to have a life without being sick. I have to try not to get as sick as the other fish." So, she pushed her body through the hole and swam with all of her might.
As she scurried along through the dark hole, she began to be afraid. She hoped she would see something soon. She persevered, and came out of the other side of the hole.
She was in a completely different pond. "Wow!", she said in amazement.
The new sights, sounds and smells enveloped her. It was beautiful, scary and exciting all at the same time. The water was more clear. The colors were not muted. The orange fish she met were friendly and looked healthy. It was a dream come true.
The little orange fish gladly joined the orange school of fish. She felt loved and included, but sometimes, it was hard for her. She came from a very different place with very different kinds of fish. Her new orange friends didn't quite understand why she said or did things the way that she did.
The little purple fish didn't always understand the orange fish, either. There was no one else like her in her new home. This made her feel very alone.
She had a routine that helped. Her favorite time of day was right after the sun came up. She loved when bright flashes of light that shot downward into the pond splashing on her face. It was so peaceful; so still.
One day, she was basking in the first light of day when she noticed a larger light up above. It was all by itself. She thought the beaming light was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She realized the flashes of early morning light in the pond that she enjoyed so much came from the bright light that shone down on her without fail every day. This was the first time she knew in her heart that she was never really alone.
After that day, the little purple fish looked up at the sky every day thankful for the sun. She even told her orange friends about the light. The light brought them together.
Somehow, they didn't seem so different as they all gathered to look up at the sun, because they weren't seeing the differences in one another. They were looking at the sun that united them all.
The little purple fish knew this same sun shone down on the pond she came from, but they just couldn't see it because of the darkness. She felt sad for the fish she once lived with and went back to tell them about the sun. Some believed and swam to the pond filled with light. Many did not believe choosing to stay sick in the dark pond.
This deeply saddened the little purple fish, because she loved them, but as time passed, more purple fish swam to the light.
When the little purple fish was very old, the last of her kind left the darkness to come bask in the sun with her. This made her very happy and very glad that her little purple and orange family would grow in such a world of light and love.
The sun had saved them all.
One day while exploring, she found a hole in the side of the pond that led away from her pond. She didn't know where it led, but she thought, "I have to try to have a life without being sick. I have to try not to get as sick as the other fish." So, she pushed her body through the hole and swam with all of her might.
As she scurried along through the dark hole, she began to be afraid. She hoped she would see something soon. She persevered, and came out of the other side of the hole.
She was in a completely different pond. "Wow!", she said in amazement.
The new sights, sounds and smells enveloped her. It was beautiful, scary and exciting all at the same time. The water was more clear. The colors were not muted. The orange fish she met were friendly and looked healthy. It was a dream come true.
The little orange fish gladly joined the orange school of fish. She felt loved and included, but sometimes, it was hard for her. She came from a very different place with very different kinds of fish. Her new orange friends didn't quite understand why she said or did things the way that she did.
She had a routine that helped. Her favorite time of day was right after the sun came up. She loved when bright flashes of light that shot downward into the pond splashing on her face. It was so peaceful; so still.
One day, she was basking in the first light of day when she noticed a larger light up above. It was all by itself. She thought the beaming light was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She realized the flashes of early morning light in the pond that she enjoyed so much came from the bright light that shone down on her without fail every day. This was the first time she knew in her heart that she was never really alone.
After that day, the little purple fish looked up at the sky every day thankful for the sun. She even told her orange friends about the light. The light brought them together.
Somehow, they didn't seem so different as they all gathered to look up at the sun, because they weren't seeing the differences in one another. They were looking at the sun that united them all.
The little purple fish knew this same sun shone down on the pond she came from, but they just couldn't see it because of the darkness. She felt sad for the fish she once lived with and went back to tell them about the sun. Some believed and swam to the pond filled with light. Many did not believe choosing to stay sick in the dark pond.
This deeply saddened the little purple fish, because she loved them, but as time passed, more purple fish swam to the light.
When the little purple fish was very old, the last of her kind left the darkness to come bask in the sun with her. This made her very happy and very glad that her little purple and orange family would grow in such a world of light and love.
The sun had saved them all.
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