Lemurick pt3

Lemurick's mother was a woman of few words. She was wise, keen and full of grace- she chose her words carefully and effectively. Passion, flattery and glibness were the rage of her day; and consequently, she was considered quite common and dull. And so, consistent with her character and personality, she answered Lemurick cautiously: "I have not lied to you, my son. You are special. You are one of a kind and there is no other quite like you." Lemurick wondered aloud: "So there is no other like me... what good is it to be the only one of your kind if no one cares or considers you worth anything. What good is it to be the only hammer made of glass if you are completely useless?" Lemurick's mother tried not to smile as she answered: "But a hammer made of glass is worth more than one of wood and iron, because it has been carefully and masterfully crafted- for a different purpose than its origin. A hammer made of glass would own the honor of being a centerpiece for all to see and admire." Lemurick carefully digested what she had said, it made a little sense to him- but still he wondered what good it would be to be a fine glass hammer if no one saw your worth, as no one did him. As Lemurick was leaving his mother whispered, "I ask everyday that you will meet someone who will show you your true worth and your true purpose."