Storytelling crosses over all boundaries for it speaks the language of the heart.
–Allison M. Cox
Stories have great power to heal, as well as to entertain. This story, called “The Two Warriors,” by Dan Keding, has been a favorite among the Irish audience who are working to heal the rift in their country, but it speaks to human beings everywhere.
Read this moving story of peace, here:
Once there was a war and two armies came together in battle. They fought from the time the sun came up in the east til it set in the west. When the day was at a close, only two warriors remained, surrounded by their dead comrades covered in the blood and gore of war.
They stood facing each other, so exhausted from death that they could barely move. Finally one said, “Let us rest until dawn and then finish this fight and only one will go home.” The other warrior agreed.
And so they took off their dented helmets and unstrapped their shields and sheathed their swords. They lay down among their fallen comrades only a few feet apart from each other. But they were so weary that they could not sleep. It was the weariness that comes with too much killing. Finally one turned to the other and spoke.
“I have a son at home in my village and he plays with a wooden sword. Someday he wants to grow up and be like me.”
The other man listened and finally replied, “I have a daughter at home and when I look into her eyes I see the youth of my wife.”
The two men started to tell each other stories. Stories of their families, their villages, their neighbors, the old stories that they learned at their grandparents’ knees when they were young. All night long they told stories til the sun started to creep to life in the east.
Slowly they stood and put on their helmets. They buckled on their shields and drew their swords. They looked deep into each others’ eyes and slowly sheathed their swords and walked away, each to his own home.
Grandmother always said you cannot hate someone when you know their story.