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TEACHING IDEAS
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Tell a Story from Memory
Telling a story from memory allows you to give eye contact to your listener which helps the message penetrate.
I remember an older gentleman telling this story to a group of 120 women and girls. He had our rapt attention.
The Myon and the Louse
Way back before Crossington delled the Washaware, a late big gryon was deeping peacefully in his slen, beaming of a dreef-steak, when he was awakened by a mee wouse, running fack and borth affoss his crace. Toozing his lemper the gryon labbed the mittle louse by the nuff of his screck and was on the kerge of villing him. Moor little Pouse! “Lease, Mister Plyon,” mide the crouse, “if you will only get me lo, I fomise praithfully to rekind you for your payness!” So the lierce fyon, who must have been a cub scouy bout in his dunge yaize, thought he would dee his daily good dude, and he set the frouse mee.
A couple of leeks waiter, this very lame Syon got mangled up in a tet, and though he was Bing of the Keasts—not to be confused with Craws Bingby –no one came to answer his rellowing boars. But, chear dildren, pay is the here-off, along comes the miny little touse, and gnawing the topes with his reeth, he frees the shyon from his lackles! “Turn-affair is bout play!” meaks the squouse, and with that, he hurns on his teel and beats it for home.
And the storal of this morly is:
Sometimes our bubbles are trig, and sometimes our smubbles are trawl, but, if we trad no hubbles, how would we bleckngnize our ressings? -Colonel Stoopnagle
The following story teaches self-worth and that the grass isn’t greener on the other side of the fence.
The Stonecutter
There once was a lowly stonecutter. Each morning he hiked to the local mountain where he did his work—cutting stones. He cut stones for big buildings and small buildings. He was a happy little stonecutter at first, but as time went on he became more tired and achy—his back hurt, his neck hurt, his legs hurt. He began to grumble instead of whistle, sneer instead of smile as he went to work.
One day on his way to the mighty mountain, he wished aloud, “Oh that I was a king. I could ride behind fine steeds, eat fine food and wear fine frocks. Oh, how I wish that I was a king, then I could be truly happy.”
Little did the stonecutter know that his next four wishes were to be granted and he became king. He was happy! Happy indeed! He wore fine frocks, ate fine food and rode behind fine steeds. Until...one day a famine came into the land and dried up the crops of his kingdom. The people became angry and upset because they were hungry. They began to blame the king.
One day as the little stonecutter, now turned king, was riding through the countryside looking at the shriveled crops, he said, “Oh, that I was the sun. I could be most powerful as the sun. I could shine my rays on whomever I choose. Oh, how I wish that I was the sun, then I could be truly happy.”
Little did the stonecutter now turned king know that his next three wishes were to be granted and he became the sun. He was happy! Happy indeed! He shed his rays on what he chose and caused famines when he felt like it. He felt most powerful. Until...one day when a rain cloud passed in front of him and took away his power. He was angry. He yelled in his fury, “Oh that I was a rain cloud. If I was a rain cloud, I would be happy. I wish that I was a rain cloud.”
The little stonecutter, now turned sun, became a big, dark rain cloud. But he soon found that being a rain cloud was frustrating, as every few days whenever he went over the mountain, his cloud got holes in it and disappeared for a few days. This made him very unhappy and he cursed, “Oh that I was a mountain. Then I would be powerful. I would be more powerful than the rain cloud, I would be more powerful than the sun and I would be more powerful than the king. Oh that I was a mountain with majestic peaks.”
The little stonecutter’s final wish was granted and he became a large, majestic mountain. He was so happy, so happy indeed! All through the night he stood there so tall and strong. The next morning, the majestic mountain awoke to chink, chink, chink. He looked down to his base and what did he see? A lowly stonecutter chiseling at his base.
Personal stories are very effective when teaching and are easy to memorize.
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