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Welcoming Guest Storyteller, Naomi Baltuck

Each month, I plan to invite a guest storyteller to my blog. And to my absolute delight, Naomi, who is a professional storyteller, has agreed to kick things off.

So first, here’s a short bio about Naomi, which is followed by one of her lovely tales told in traditional style…

naomiphoto1-300ppiNAOMI BALTUCK ~ is a Contributing Editor and Resident Storyteller at The Bardo Group, an international collective fostering peace, proximity, and healing through the love of arts and humanities. She is a world-traveler and an award-winning writer, photographer, and storyteller whose works of fiction and nonfiction are available through Amazon HERE. Naomi presents her photo-stories at Writing Between the Lines, Life from the Writer’s POVShe also conducts workshops such as Peace Porridge (multicultural stories to promote cooperation, goodwill, and peaceful coexistence), and programs of Tandem Tales with the Baltuck/Garrard Family Storytellers. For more on her programs visit Naomi Baltuck.com

The Most Noble Story
(c)1995 Naomi Baltuck

There was once a widow who had three sons, Alberto, Eduardo, an Ernesto. She had spent a lifetime trying to teach them the meaning of charity and compassion. The day came when she knew she was dying, and would no longer be there to guide them. She called her sons to her bedside.

My sons, the only thing of value I have to leave you is my diamond ring. It was given to me by my mother, who had it from her mother, whose mother handed it down to her. It cannot be divided and it must not be sold, for one day, it shall go to one of your daughters. Now I must decide which of you is most worthy of this treasure. Go, my sons, and do good in the world. Come back in one week’s time and tell me your stories. The one who has performed the most noble deed shall inherit the diamond.”

By the time the three young men gathered again at her bedside, their poor mother was near death. She said to her firstborn, “Alberto, tell me your story.”

Well, Mother,” said the eldest, “after much thought, I gave half of everything I owned to the poor.”

My son,” said the old woman, “no one can tell you that you haven’t performed a good deed. But it is not a noble deed, for have I not taught you that it is everyone’s responsibility to care for the needy?”

She said to her secondborn son, “Eduardo, tell me your story.”

He said, “Mama, I was passing the river when I saw a small child swept away in the current. I can hardly swim, but I jumped into the water and pulled the child out to safety. It was only by the grace of God that I didn’t drown myself.”

My son, you too have performed a good deed, but not a noble deed. Have I not taught you that everyone should be willing to lay down his life for that of a helpless child?”

The old woman said to her youngest son, “Eduardo, come tell me your story.”

Ernesto hesitated before taking her hand. “Mamacito,” he confessed, “I haven’t much to tell. As you know, I’ve no earthly goods, and I cannot swim a stroke. But I’ll tell you something that happened to me this week. Very early one morning I was walking in the mountains. I came upon a man sleeping at the edge of a cliff. If he were to stir in his sleep, he would surely fall to his death on the rocks below. I determined to prevent this tragedy. I crept over, so as not to startle him awake. Then I saw that it was my bitter enemy, Juan Miguel. At first, I thought to leave him there, for the last time we met, Juan Miguel threatened to kill me if he ever got the chance. But deep down I knew what I had to do.

As I put my arms around him, Juan awoke and I could see the fear in his eyes as he recognized me.

“’Don’t be afraid,’ I told him. I quickly rolled him away from the precipice to safety, and helped him to his feet. When Juan Miguel came toward me, I was sure he meant to kill me. But then he threw open his arms to embrace me.

Juan said, ‘Last night darkness fell before I could get home. Rather than chance a misstep in the dark, I decided to spend the night where I was. I had no idea I was so close to the cliff edge. You saved my life, Ernesto, and after I treated you so poorly!’

To make a long story short, Mamacita, Juan and I are no longer enemies, but have sworn to be friends forever.”

The old woman shed tears of joy. “My son, I have taught you well. That was truly a noble deed, and you are a noble man, for you risked your life to save a man sworn to kill you. With one act of kindness, you have transformed hatred into love and made the world a better place.” With her dying breath she told her sons, “The diamond shall go to Ernesto, but you must all remember that with each noble deed you perform, you shall add to the treasure that awaits you in Heaven.”

All three sons married and had children of their own. They, like their mother, taught their children the meaning of charity and compassion. When the time came, Ernesto left his mother’s diamond to one of his daughters. But Alberto and Eduardo left their children a gem worth as much as any diamond, for their children held in their hearts their grandmother’s precious legacy, the story of the most noble story.

  All words and images copyright 2013 Naomi Baltuck, All rights reserved

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5 thoughts on “Welcoming Guest Storyteller, Naomi Baltuck

  1. Hi Sarah,
    Thank you for inviting me to participate in your guest storytelling series. I look forward hearing many more stories!

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  3. a wonderful heart warming moral tale!! Thank you Naomi.

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