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The boy in the toy box.
There was a little boy, who had spent his
entire life living in a cramped and darkened
Toy box. The toy box didn't look like much
just a small wooden affair no colorful paint
or carvings of animals. Simple and secure.
The little boy never knew how he had got
himself into the box, for sadly he
had no idea that the toy box even existed.
Then one day he met a friend, and she opened
the lid of the toy box so the little boy was
able to sit up. For the first time in his life
he felt free.
From his sitting position within
the box he was able to speak with his friend
and play many wondrous games. They climbed
mountains, crossed deserts, navigated rivers and
found many treasures. The best treasure
was each other.
He had never felt such happiness in his life.
They spent all of their time together
and grew to love one another, something
neither one of them had ever experienced before. They had become the very best of friends and
both of them were very happy.
Unfortunately the little boy and his friend
were both unaware of the existence of the
toy box.
As time went on some of the games they enjoyed
lost a bit of the charm they once had. So they
decided to play a new game they had heard of.
They wanted to play house.
Playing house began almost as wonderful as all the other games.
But the lid of the toy box kept falling down on the
little boys head. His friend being the best of which
would reach down lift the lid, brush the dust off
of him and continue playing. All the while smiling with laughter in her heart.
Though the little boy could sit up,he could never get out of the toy box, and was unable to help
his friend do any of the chores, such as cleaning
the playroom in which they lived.
Time after time he tried to step out and help, but
each time he did, the lid of the toy box would
close on him. And it became harder and harder
for his friend to open the box once again.
Finally, the lid to the toy box slammed shut
with such force the little boys friend couldn't
open it by herself, and not knowing he was in
the toy box, the little boy was helpless to offer
assistance.
Now his friend kept playing house, and would
often try the lid to see if it had loosened somehow.
It didn't, and she felt all alone.
Though they could speak to one another the
toy box made it almost impossible to understand
what the other was saying. And the little boy
was once again trapped within.
There was very few things to do in the toy box, but the little boy knew them well. And continued on doing them.
Then one day the little boy heard his friend
talking to someone through the door of the
playroom. He started to feel the toy box closing
In around him, and he became very scared.
Over and over he tried to force his way out.
He would beg for help, crying out " please, please
I need help!!!!"
But to his astonishment every time he cried for
help, he would hear his words echo back to
him from outside the toy box.
"Please help!" sounded like " get out!" and "I love
you" turned into "leave me alone, I don't want
you anymore!"
The little boy struggled harder and harder, the
echoed words became worse with each passing
moment. Until the little boy felt so helpless
he cried out "Jesus! Help me! My friend is leaving
and I need her by my side!!!"
Instantly the lid of the toy box was lifted.
But all the little boy saw was the door to the
playroom closing behind his most cherished
friend he had ever known.
He ran to the door, but it would not open.
He called to his friend, "please come back! I'm
here now, and I love you!"
He heard her say "not yet, I will only be gone
for a little while".
He could also hear her crying as she said this.
Again he called to her " come back, I need you
I'm free now"
Through tears he heard her say "do you want me
to come back?"
The little boy answered "yes! You are my best
friend, and I need you!"
She called again, from just outside the door,
her voice was clear this time, without tears.
She said " I love you, I want to come back, but
the door is locked, and I don't have the key."
The little boy was desperate for his friend
to return. But try as he might, he too was
unable to open the door.
He called for her over and over "please
come home! It is so lonely without you!"
And from a great distance, he heard his best friend say "I'm sorry, I can't open the door, I am unable to come home."
"This is where I am now, please remember that
I love you."
The little boy turned around, and for the first
time in his life, he saw the toy box, which was
his prison for so long.
And realized it had took his friend from him.
Crying tears of anguish he collapsed on the
now empty floor. Sobbing without end, until
he finally cried himself to sleep.
He awoke with a start, thinking it had all
been a nightmare, that his friend would return
any moment.
But the bleak and lonesome room reminded
him it was all to real. The toy box sat across
the room, now empty.
The little boy looked down, and saw that he was
no longer a boy, but a man.
His best friend was more than a friend, but
his wife as well.
His heart broke, as only a mans heart could.
The man turned and called to his wife, but she
didn't answer. He tried to open the door, but
it remained locked.
Tears fell from the mans eyes, and he sat
with his back against the door, looking at
the empty toy box, wondering if he will
ever see his wife and best friend again...........
There was a little boy, who had spent his
entire life living in a cramped and darkened
Toy box. The toy box didn't look like much
just a small wooden affair no colorful paint
or carvings of animals. Simple and secure.
The little boy never knew how he had got
himself into the box, for sadly he
had no idea that the toy box even existed.
Then one day he met a friend, and she opened
the lid of the toy box so the little boy was
able to sit up. For the first time in his life
he felt free.
From his sitting position within
the box he was able to speak with his friend
and play many wondrous games. They climbed
mountains, crossed deserts, navigated rivers and
found many treasures. The best treasure
was each other.
He had never felt such happiness in his life.
They spent all of their time together
and grew to love one another, something
neither one of them had ever experienced before. They had become the very best of friends and
both of them were very happy.
Unfortunately the little boy and his friend
were both unaware of the existence of the
toy box.
As time went on some of the games they enjoyed
lost a bit of the charm they once had. So they
decided to play a new game they had heard of.
They wanted to play house.
Playing house began almost as wonderful as all the other games.
But the lid of the toy box kept falling down on the
little boys head. His friend being the best of which
would reach down lift the lid, brush the dust off
of him and continue playing. All the while smiling with laughter in her heart.
Though the little boy could sit up,he could never get out of the toy box, and was unable to help
his friend do any of the chores, such as cleaning
the playroom in which they lived.
Time after time he tried to step out and help, but
each time he did, the lid of the toy box would
close on him. And it became harder and harder
for his friend to open the box once again.
Finally, the lid to the toy box slammed shut
with such force the little boys friend couldn't
open it by herself, and not knowing he was in
the toy box, the little boy was helpless to offer
assistance.
Now his friend kept playing house, and would
often try the lid to see if it had loosened somehow.
It didn't, and she felt all alone.
Though they could speak to one another the
toy box made it almost impossible to understand
what the other was saying. And the little boy
was once again trapped within.
There was very few things to do in the toy box, but the little boy knew them well. And continued on doing them.
Then one day the little boy heard his friend
talking to someone through the door of the
playroom. He started to feel the toy box closing
In around him, and he became very scared.
Over and over he tried to force his way out.
He would beg for help, crying out " please, please
I need help!!!!"
But to his astonishment every time he cried for
help, he would hear his words echo back to
him from outside the toy box.
"Please help!" sounded like " get out!" and "I love
you" turned into "leave me alone, I don't want
you anymore!"
The little boy struggled harder and harder, the
echoed words became worse with each passing
moment. Until the little boy felt so helpless
he cried out "Jesus! Help me! My friend is leaving
and I need her by my side!!!"
Instantly the lid of the toy box was lifted.
But all the little boy saw was the door to the
playroom closing behind his most cherished
friend he had ever known.
He ran to the door, but it would not open.
He called to his friend, "please come back! I'm
here now, and I love you!"
He heard her say "not yet, I will only be gone
for a little while".
He could also hear her crying as she said this.
Again he called to her " come back, I need you
I'm free now"
Through tears he heard her say "do you want me
to come back?"
The little boy answered "yes! You are my best
friend, and I need you!"
She called again, from just outside the door,
her voice was clear this time, without tears.
She said " I love you, I want to come back, but
the door is locked, and I don't have the key."
The little boy was desperate for his friend
to return. But try as he might, he too was
unable to open the door.
He called for her over and over "please
come home! It is so lonely without you!"
And from a great distance, he heard his best friend say "I'm sorry, I can't open the door, I am unable to come home."
"This is where I am now, please remember that
I love you."
The little boy turned around, and for the first
time in his life, he saw the toy box, which was
his prison for so long.
And realized it had took his friend from him.
Crying tears of anguish he collapsed on the
now empty floor. Sobbing without end, until
he finally cried himself to sleep.
He awoke with a start, thinking it had all
been a nightmare, that his friend would return
any moment.
But the bleak and lonesome room reminded
him it was all to real. The toy box sat across
the room, now empty.
The little boy looked down, and saw that he was
no longer a boy, but a man.
His best friend was more than a friend, but
his wife as well.
His heart broke, as only a mans heart could.
The man turned and called to his wife, but she
didn't answer. He tried to open the door, but
it remained locked.
Tears fell from the mans eyes, and he sat
with his back against the door, looking at
the empty toy box, wondering if he will
ever see his wife and best friend again...........
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.......The man that was the little boy lifts
his .eyes to the toy box, tears falling
upon his chest. From where he sits
he can remember quite well, laying within.
Not the toy box of the mind, but the literal
box of the past. What happened? Flashes
of memories flood the mans mind..........
He doesn't want to remember.
Neither did the little boy. What was the boys
name anyway? The man is sure the boy knew
but now, can not recall. What is a name
anyway? Does the name make the man?
The man that was the little boy takes in the
room he now occupies. What great games he
and his friend played, he remembers them
and smiles. The laughter, the new, and exciting
the........wedding? The mans smile is gone.
Replaced with tears once again. Each joyful
memory now brings pain, unbearable heartache.
The door, he must try the door........ locked.
Where did his wife go anyway? And what was her
name? The little boy knew, if he could just ask
the boy.
his .eyes to the toy box, tears falling
upon his chest. From where he sits
he can remember quite well, laying within.
Not the toy box of the mind, but the literal
box of the past. What happened? Flashes
of memories flood the mans mind..........
He doesn't want to remember.
Neither did the little boy. What was the boys
name anyway? The man is sure the boy knew
but now, can not recall. What is a name
anyway? Does the name make the man?
The man that was the little boy takes in the
room he now occupies. What great games he
and his friend played, he remembers them
and smiles. The laughter, the new, and exciting
the........wedding? The mans smile is gone.
Replaced with tears once again. Each joyful
memory now brings pain, unbearable heartache.
The door, he must try the door........ locked.
Where did his wife go anyway? And what was her
name? The little boy knew, if he could just ask
the boy.
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Lucky! I tried that self counseling but the counselor I got was a real smart-alec, always making jokes about my problems. When I couldn't take any more I stormed out in a huff, and keyed his car on the way through the parking lot. 
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