The Man and His Doll

I haven't known him. I just often meet him on the way to my hometown, every year. I don't know why he never change, the man who has an odd habit. But the strangest thing is nobody has met him except me. Actually he just a man with an ordinary appearance. He looked like an old man with his almost grayish hair.

My hometown is rather far from the road. So I need to walk about half an hour first to arrive. After passing some fields, I meet an empty land where I meet that man every year. It maked me confuse that he is always there when I pass the land, as if he knows when I'll come.

"What are you doing here, Sir?" I said in the first time--and finally every time I meet him.
"I'm waiting a doll pass here."
"A doll ? Do you mean a little girl who brings a doll ?"
"Not. Absolutely only a doll. And you're the third doll which I meet today."
"Sorry, Sir. But I think I'm not a doll. Do you see ? I'm a human, just an ordinary man like others," I was so confused when he said that I was doll.
"Isn't it the same thing ? Yes, you're a doll. Human is only a doll which is controlled by God. Isn't it true ?"
"No,Sir. You're wrong."
"Yes, I'm right. Aren't some people like that ? Although maybe they wouldn't agree with my statement."
"Excuse me Sir. Let me tell you the truth."
"Ok. But I'll never change my mind," he said carelessly.
"Of course as a creatures, we all under the Creator's control. But actually we couldn't consider it as a doll."
"Tell me more."
"God gives us a chance to choose. We have a freedom to take the choice for our life. We can choose being a good person or bad person. We can choose to be an extraordinary person or only being an ordinary person. There is always other choice after a choice."
"Huh. You are just similar, like the others. Enough ! Go away from here ! Don't ever think that you can change me ! GO AWAY !" his intonation was full of anger.

Then I go without any understanding. How come there is a man like him ?
Yeah, however, I don't ever feel bored to explain the same thing--every time I meet him, as that odd man never bored to ask me with the same questions. No one knows exactly when it will be finished.


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