Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • An opening, a beginning, a new story - so much is placed on the start. But how about in between? You enter my story after I have leant to walk, tried solid food, drunk my first bottle of vodka, eaten Thai food, seen crazy driving in Delhi and said 'I do' to my best friend. All this adds to the story we try to tell but many moments seems to fade into insignificance.

    One experience that seems to be undefined in the grand story so far but still stands out as a humble yet defining moment was experiencing love, grace and sacrifice in the small things from a close friend.

    We were young, a bit naive and excited about where our travels were taking us - we had done L.A, seen the breath taking Cook Islands, stayed on an island in Fiji and now we were in New Zealand. Walking the well trodden route taken by many travellers yet the culture, people, sights and nature that we had experienced is not the thing that defined part of who I am now.

    The moment was inside a hostel, full of young travellers looking for somewhere clean and cheap to stay. We were all tired and grumpy from a long day on the road and my friend simply offered to take the top bunk. She didn't care about the dorm being messy, loud and having the lights in her eyes while I could have the bottom bunk in the dark corner to escape the over crowded space. She sacrificed her sleep, comfort and well-being to allow me to have a restful sleep.

    I know that doesn't seem big or bold but it touched something inside of me and all that went through my head was 'I would not have done that for her' - a terrible but awful truth. As this dawned on me and my thoughts began to go to other occasions when this had happened I realised that I had a long way to go before I could easily sacrificed like her. She pierced my selfish heart.

    A small humbling moment that changed my thinking, my awareness and in the end my actions in the future.

    I dedicate this story to her.
  • Connected stories:

About

Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.