Once upon a time, there was a little boy who lived on a barren farm with his brothers and sisters.
Life was hard and the children had no toys, but only had each other and what they could find on the land to entertain themselves.
Luckily for the boy, they lived near a river where there plenty of pretty coloured rocks and pebbles to find and they used to collect them. Sometimes he used to skim the stones across the water and sometimes he used to take them home and dump them on the floor with all the other pebbles the children collected.
One day, his mother noticed that one of the pebbles he had collected caught the sun beautifully. Although she didn’t bother to pick it up or look more closely at it, it made enough of an impression on her to mention it to her neighbour.
Her neighbour was curious and came over to visit to see the stone. At first they couldn’t find it because it wasn’t in the pile of pebbles, one of the children had rolled it away in the yard. After a bit of looking they found it in the dust. The neighbour was impressed enough to offer to buy the pretty stone from the farmer’s wife. “It’s just a stone, take it”, she said.
The neighbour was curious about the stone and one day when a visiting trader was passing by, he persuaded him to take the stone to have it identified and see whether it had any worth.
Most of the people the trader showed it to said that it was a topaz and that nobody would pay anything for it. Eventually, someone suggested it might be a diamond because it cut glass and it was on a bet that the stone was send to an expert who lived a long way away.
The trader thought so little of the stone that it was sent in an unsealed envelope by the regular post cart.
That stone was a 21 and a quarter carat diamond!
The year was 1867 and the expert wrote that there must be more diamonds in the area where the diamond was found and yet it took a few years for the diamond rush to take place in Kimberley, South Africa, but that’s another story.
Are you the little boy, who didn’t recognise the diamond among his stones because he wasn’t expecting anything of value to come into his hands? He was poor, why would he expect that something he had just picked up had any value. I wonder how many diamonds he may have skimmed across the water, dismissing them as yet another pebble. How many diamonds have you had in your possession that you haven’t bothered to think about?
Are you the mother, who recognised that this stone was different from any of the others, but couldn’t be bothered to even pick it up and put it a safe place? Have you had a flash of inspiration, but done nothing about it? Or noticed something, but not been curious enough to find out more? Have you passed on something incredibly valuable to someone else because you couldn’t see the value in it?
Are you the neighbour who’s instincts told him that there was something special about the stone? Would you have the ability to persuade someone to find out more about it? Or the patience to wait? It was just a stone, he didn’t rush off his farm and ride for miles to see an expert about it. He didn’t have the knowledge about stones, but had a strong gut reaction that this stone was unusual. Do you have the courage to trust your instincts?
Are you the trader, who could have easily flung the stone aside? Do you have the persistence to keep on asking even when people dismiss your diamond as valueless?
Are you the expert, who received a riverstone in an scruffy envelope? Would you know a diamond if it someone handed it to you? Do you always see the value of things that are presented to you in a careless way.
I think, if we are honest, there is a little bit of each character in us. Would you recognise an diamond in the rough? What do you think?












