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We were talking, in particular, about teachers, and one of the teachers in the group gave a terse reply: “I think we gain more than we give.”

Stephanie's dedication to the job in Troy is inspiring to me, and not just on an educational level. It instills much the same warm feeling I get on those rare occasions when I encounter a doctor who takes phone calls at home or a contractor who puts in overtime but doesn't charge for it. For some people, a job is merely a means to an end; for others, it is a means of achieving self-actualization. Call it what you want—conscientiousness, commitment, dependability. But I am convinced there is a heroic quality to not just doing something but doing it to the best of your ability. Individually, it is an affirmation of spirit. Collectively, it furthers humanity. Karma, and all that. It is a driving philosophy of mine, but one to which, I must admit, I don't always adhere.

The students of Troy put on a play last Christmas—
The Legend of the Poinsettia
. It is the story of a poor Mexican girl who had no gift to present the Christ Child at Christmas Eve services. But her cousin tells her that surely even the most humble gift, if given in love, will be acceptable in His eyes. So as she walks toward the chapel, she kneels by the roadside and gathers a handful of common weeds, fashioning them into a tiny bouquet. As she lays the bouquet at the foot of the nativity scene, the weeds suddenly burst into blooms of brilliant red—a Christmas miracle.

I wonder if the actors in the drama—or even their teacher—fully appreciated how the story applies to them.

 

After returning along the footbridge, I stop by the lodge and notice a flyer on a bulletin board:
WANTED: DEAD, NOT ALIVE…JOIN THE INVASIVE WEED PATROL.
It implores folks to get rid of a particular weed that crowds out native plant species. Its name is the medusahead. More irony.

Moments later, I am confronted with an equally impressive coincidence when I stop and chat with another local couple, who overheard me explaining the premise of my journey over breakfast. The man, a fellow named Ralph, informs me that his father was a native of the Aeolian Islands, off the north coast of Sicily. The islands were colonized by the Greeks about two hundred years after Homer's day and named after the mythical figure Aeolus, who kept the winds bottled up in a cave on an island and released them at the bidding of the gods.

When Odysseus happens by on his long trip home, Aeolus offers him hospitality for a month and then a farewell gift consisting of the blustering breezes tied up securely in a leather bag. But he leaves the west wind free to blow, so that it may carry Odysseus's ships home. And home the weary travelers go, actually to within sight of Ithaka, only to be undone by their own covetousness. Odysseus falls asleep, and his men get to talking. Suspecting that the leather bag must contain a gift of treasures, they open it. Immediately, the winds rush out, driving the ships all the way back to the isle of Aeolus.

Astonished at their return, Aeolus is in an unforgiving mood. “Get off this island at once, you miserable sinner!” he shouts at Odysseus. “It is not permitted to comfort the enemy of the blessed gods!” Odysseus and his crew are to sail on, disheartened, with no wind to help them now.

If the scene is to be taken as a sort of fable within a legend, the moral might be that while no man can control the winds, we are the authors of our own decisions. Our choices point us in one direction or another, for better or worse. And, to echo Robert Frost, that can make all the difference.

At some point, Ralph's father decided it was time to set off from a Mediterranean isle toward a new world. Sometime, perhaps during a mortar attack in Southeast Asia, Dean E. Dean came to some conclusions about where he wanted to spend the remainder of his days. Somewhere along the line, maybe even at the bottom of a stairway in Yellowstone, Stephanie came to realize that she had it in her to climb higher. They opted for the road less traveled—a life-changing decision for all. And is there not a heroic element to seeing it through?

Odysseus had no desire to leave his wife and family for war, but he remained true to his word, fought valiantly, even conjured up the idea for the Trojan horse. Then he wanted nothing more than to leave Troy and go home.

The folks in Troy, Oregon? They seem to want nothing more than to stay.
THANKS FOR VISITING TROY
, says the sign, as I set off on the next leg of my journey.
Y'ALL COME BACK AND VISIT US SOON. DRIVE CAREFULLY.

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Copyright © 2010 Brad Herzog

Grateful acknowledgment is made to the following for permission to reprint previously published material: Quotations from
The Hero with a Thousand Faces
by Joseph Campbell, copyright © 1949, 1968, 2008; reprinted by permission of Joseph Campbell Foundation (jcf.org). Excerpt from “Ithaka” by C. P. Cavafy (Aliki Barnstone, translation), copyright © 2006; reprinted by permission of W. W. Norton & Company.

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ISBN: 978-0-8065-3481-7

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