The Wind and the Wingmaker
by
Gregory Becker
Not long
ago, there was a little boy who could fly. His wings were as white as snow and
his feathers were strong and beautiful. Each day he climbed the wind and
perched on the tips of the highest trees. He flew up above the clouds to feel
the sun shining on his face. The sky was his playground and he soared through
each moment of beauty as if it were his last.
From time to
time, the boy flew as high as he could and folded back his wings and darted
back down to the earth. Faster and faster he would fall and at the last moment,
before the earth came up to meet him, he would spread his wings and dart back
up again. He always came close to crashing but he never did. Once, he came so
close that blades of grass tickled his belly and made him laugh at how death couldn't pull him from the sky. His laughter was heard all throughout the
land and the boy was happy.
The boy
lived in a small village. Each day he returned from flying and told the people
in his village about all of the wonderful things he had seen and felt while
flying. The people in the village didn't have wings like the boy and weren't
able to fly. This made the villagers jealous of the boy and bitterness grew in
their hearts and they were mean to him because they themselves could not fly.
Then one
day, the boy had an idea. I'll take each of the villagers on a flight, so they
can share in my joy. Soon, everyone will be happy, he thought...but it wasn't
so. This made the villagers even more jealous and bitter because they
themselves still weren't able to fly.
Then one day
the boy returned from flying and the villagers saw the boy in his joy and took him by surprise and held him down
and tore out each of his feathers and scattered them to the wind...all but one.
The villagers looked at the boy and said, "Now he will be like one of us."
This
made the boy very sad. All of his feathers were gone except for one. He picked
up his last remaining feather and walked to a quiet place and wept. His tears were
so many that a river formed alongside of him.
The wind
loved the boy, and took pity on the boy...and tried to lift him up again but
his sorrow was too heavy. The wind gathered all of his feathers and brought
them to the boy, but the boy was angry and told the wind to leave and to take
the feathers away. This made the wind very sad. Again, the wind took pity on
the boy and carried the feathers off to a far away land...all but one.
That same
day in a far away land, a beautiful, young maiden was playing in a field. When
the wind saw the young maiden in her joy, it softened into a warm breeze and
the feathers that were carried by the wind came to rest at her feet. The girl
was filled with wonder at the beauty of the feathers and she picked one up from
the ground and smiled...
"I wonder who these feathers belong to," she asked
herself.
The wind smiled also...
She gathered
all the feathers up and the wind didn't move until she was finished. Then she
made a wish...
"I wish I could help others find joy that was once lost,"
The wind
heard her wish and spoke to the young maiden, saying, "Because you care so much
for others, I will give you a gift. I will give to you a pair of enchanted
wings made from the wind. But, like the wind, they will be invisible."
"How will
I see them?" asked the young maiden.
The wind replied, "You will see and stir the
wind within. Only then will your wings become visible and only in a reflection.
Go and see," said the wind.
The young
girl hurried home with the feathers that she gathered but before she did, the
wind whispered in her ear..."Wingmaker."
Many years
passed and the boy never grew up. His days were filled with chores and tasks.
Then one day, he was at the river...a place that he went to often and he would
pull out and look at his last remaining feather and dream of flying.
Across the
river, in a reflection, he saw a beautiful young maiden with a beautiful pair
of wings, but when he looked up from the reflection, all that he saw was the young
maiden. She smiled at the boy and said, "I see you." This frightened the boy and
he ran away.
The news had spread that a Wingmaker had moved into the village and was going to make
wings for anyone that wanted them. Soon, people began to go to the Wingmaker.
She instructed each person to find the feathers that they themselves wanted for
their wings, and she would fasten them into a pair of wings for them.
Soon, people
began to fly. Some flew...some didn't...Some just wanted their wings just to
say that they had their wings. They would thank the Wingmaker kindly, and take
the wings home and hang them on a hook in their closet...but, all of the children
flew.
And the more
people flew, the less work was being done and the more work the boy had to do, until everyone was flying.
One day, the
Wingmaker saw the boy and said, "I've made wings for everyone in the village. I
don't believe I've made a pair for you. Would you like a pair?" she asked.
The boy
asked, "Who will do all of the work?"
"Let everyone
do their own work," she answered.
So the boy
went out and began to gather feathers. He brought the feathers he found to the Wingmaker.
She began fastening them into a pair of wings for him. But, because so many
people had gathered feathers...feathers were scarce. The only feathers he found
were broken and tattered ones.
She did the
best she could and made a pair of wings for him and he watched and learned as she tediously
tied the feathers to his wings...and his wings...they were ugly.
Then one day, the
Wingmaker told the boy, "All I need is one more feather and your wings will be finished."
The boy remembered his last feather and thought...At least there will be
one beautiful feather. So, the boy took out his last remaining feather and gave it to
the Wingmaker. She took the boys' feather and walked right by his pair of wings to a
closet and drew a curtain aside to reveal a beautiful pair of white wings.
"I
think this feather will fit better on these wings," she said. The boys face
brightened up when he saw the wings.
"Would you
like these wings instead?" she asked. The boy couldn't speak he just nodded.
"Let's attach the feather
to these wings then," said the Wingmaker
So, she took the wings and walked the boy
outside and fastened the wings to his back. With great care, she attached the
last remaining feather. It was a perfect
fit.
A crowd
began to gather. The boy began flapping his wings. He was clumsy at first but
he lifted off the ground and he remembered. A smile emerged on his face. Then
he flew higher and he began to remember more. Then he flew to the tips of the
highest trees and he remembered. He flew up above the clouds and felt the sun
shining on his face and he remembered.
But the villagers,
seeing the boy flying realized that there was no one left to do the work. So, they
flew up to meet the boy in the air and they tore out all of his feathers. The
boy began to fall, clinging to a single white feather. Faster and faster he
fell.
The Wingmaker seeing the boy fall, looked up at him and said, "I see
you...look and see yourself."
The boy opened his eyes and saw his reflection in the
river below and he saw a beautiful pair of wings and he remembered. That day at
the river, not only did he see the Wingmaker's wings, but she saw his.
He let go of
that last feather and he spread out his wings and just before the earth came up
to meet him, he darted back up again.
The
villagers couldn't see the boys' wings...only the Wingmaker and the boy.
He began
soaring and darting and diving and twisting and turning and everyone marveled.
All of the villagers looked at the boy and said, "He never did need wings to fly."
The sky
belonged to the boy that day and all of the villagers walked home. The boys'
laughter was heard all throughout the land and he was happy.
The day was
ending and the boy flew back down to the Wingmaker's workshop and he burst through the door to tell the Wingmaker all that he had seen and felt while
flying, but she was gone. All that remained was a single white feather on her
workbench.
So many years
before, she found a very special feather mixed in with all of those white
feathers...an invisible feather...and that's the one she reattached.
There was a
knock on the door. It was a little girl. She was asking for the Wingmaker
because she had lost a feather and her wings weren't working properly.
So, the
boy took the white feather from the workbench and said, "The Wingmaker is gone
but I helped her make my wings...maybe I can fix yours."
He carefully tied the
new feather to the girl's wings and she lifted up and flew around.
"They work perfectly," she said.
And she flew back down and asked, "Are you the
new Wingmaker?"
The little boy smiled and said, "I'll try."
The little girl gave
the boy a hug and said, "I'll see you tomorrow," before flying home.
The boy
walked back into the workshop, closed the door and lifted the blinds...Only, he
wasn't a little boy anymore. He was a man.
The sign in the window
read...Closed. He turned it around to read...Open.
The sun was
setting.
He lit a
candle and he put it in the window.
And so the
story that began with a
sad ending...ends with a happy beginning...
For Sarah, my daughter...I love you. Be a Wingmaker...
For Sarah, my daughter...I love you. Be a Wingmaker...