His father declared him hopeless. His mother bemoaned his daydreaming. His brother called the boy a fool. His teachers rapped his knuckles, dressed him in the dunce’s cap, slapped his head. Nothing helped. His mind continued meandering and his pockets remained filled with bauble nonsense.
By the time Bob turned sixteen, the village elders had resigned themselves to him becoming one who loitered by the stream, carried water for the old, and attracted the cruelties of the young.
The last thing anyone expected was that Lord Bailey’s new wife, who hired the young man for the price of bread and ale to repair some fallen stone in her abode, would so enjoy the river rocks and pebbles utilized as repairs by Bauble Bob, that she’d have him adorn her gate, her walls, even her door.
Soon enough there wasn’t a manor around he hadn’t been called to restore.
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge #66
Na'ama Yehuda 
Because every small skill someone will treasure. I like that
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🙂 Indeed! And it sounds like Bauble Bob may be quite the pleasant boy, clever with his hands, even if he perhaps isn’t the most attentive to others’ expectations of him. 🙂
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I know many a person like that, overlooked by the general populous because they don’t meet current expectations
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Yep, an so often they can contribute so much in their own way, if only we ‘see’ them and allow them to be who they can be.
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Na’ama, I love your story and the message it tells. I watched half of a movie last night and will finish it tonight, called, “The Idiot” and directed by the great Akira Kurosawa. The guy is considered an idiot by all he encounters but all is not as it seems. I consider this serendipity!
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I love these synchronicity things! 🙂 How fun! 🙂
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