This book is all about showing the potential we all have to change things for the better. I think a bit of the book itself may help speak for itself.
[Elijah and David came across a group of people along their journey. There they found a man on his knees and a woman lying on the ground next to him. He is begging to a horse mounted man, “Please, spare some water for her, she can’t make it to town and I have nothing but my own blood to offer her.”
The man, seemingly wealthy and in a hurry replied, “I can’t spare any. I’ve got a long journey ahead and I haven’t enough for myself, my horse, and two others. I don’t have time to go back for more. I can’t help you. It’s very important.”
The beggar knew he didn’t have much time and his wife was dying. He jumped for the horses bags, swiftly slapped away by the hilt of a sword. “You wretched whelp!” The horsed man drawing his sword and holding it to strike. “Please! I will serve you!” The beggar offered. “You aren’t even worth cleaning my blade,” sheathing his weapon, “I’m far too busy; already late as it is. Good riddance peasant.” Taking off at full pace toward the observers.
Elijah pointing out, “Look David, he’s coming this way.” Having heard it all from half a mile away, the observers watched as the horsed man rode towards them.
“I see. Don’t worry, I can take this.” David replied as he walked out toward the newcomer, an outstretched hand to halt the man. Their brightly colored attire would instill an idea of authority to most wanders.
Galloping in to a stop, the man spoke, “Good day gentlemen, what can I do for you? Please make it quick mind you.” David looked over toward the beggar and his wife in the distance, “Who are those people over there? Did he just try to rob you?”
“Yeah, peasants who call themselves merchants. Their ox had died a few miles back he said. That’s not an excuse to take my hard earned goods. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him right there… damn thieves will die out here anyway.” Concerned, David asked, “They’ve been stranded out here? Can’t you help them? Just a little water is all it would take.”
“Town’s not for miles, you’d have to carry them both there with what little water I can spare. It’s a waste, and then I’d be stranded just like them. I’m not making the same mistake,” looking off in the distance, “I really have to get going.”
“Please,” said David, placing a hand on the man’s knee, “We will take them ourselves, they will die if we don’t. We don’t have any water to give them though and she wont make it three miles in her condition. It’s their lives it will cost them, you might be late for something but you will live.”
Raising his voice, the man leaned back to rear his horse, “I can’t help! Good luck to you!”
“Stop.” David commanded. Seeing that the man valued his time more than the lives of two fellow humans.
David asked again, “Please…” The man relaxing, becoming silent. Before his eyes, a vision was brought forth.
A magnificent memory; his wedding day with his wife. Every day was a good day since he had met her. No matter how bad things got, he had her. That day where he could finally stand before his god and declare his loyalty to her made him feel more powerful than any of the money or men he had acquired before and after. Since he met her, he couldn’t wait for to spend the rest of his life with her.
He remembered some of the most difficult moments of his life, moments of triumph. During heavy war fire, his home town attacked by hired mercenaries and pillagers, the stress caused his wife to go into labor early. There had already been miscarriages in the past, and this had been the best pregnancy he’d ever seen. He was sure to finally have a son. While he led his friends and neighbors in a resistance he felt again the fear. The sudden chill of cold sweat he felt after hearing the sound of his wife crying out for him amongst the clashing of men. The adrenalin during his run, he could have sworn he ran faster than the devil from Jesus himself. Carving his way through, nothing would stop him short of a mortal wound. He did not care for his life, only to get to his wife. Seeing then, his wife smile, holding his newborn daughter.
He remembered the joy his daughter brought to him despite his initial disappointment. How much he worried about her. Sitting there on his horse, feeling once again some of the strongest emotions he had ever felt, oblivious to the world around him.
Then he remembered the day that he feared the most. The man and his gang, having defended with such ease, decided that it would be an easy job for them to defend towns for a living. They made a lot of money doing it and his family and friends were happy. They were offered the job to attack an enemy town in a preemptive strike to disable much of their forces. Confident in their abilities, they took the job and were very successful in dispatching a large number of their enemies’ elite guard through poisoning. They were rich upon return to their employer’s hall, though bad news came along. While they had been out, a plague had swept across their homestead.
Racing back, fearful and nauseous, he rode for what seemed eternity through hell. Flag shredding winds in his face. Sharp stings of freezing rain piercing his numb skin. The pain he felt was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. The fear that his family may have ended before be even had a chance to say goodbye. He had been away for far too long. Why didn’t he just stay home? He should have stayed home.
He arrived, greeted by good news. His family was fine. He thanked the gods, so relieved of the burden of a week’s journey of heart wrenching worry. Thankfully he and his family were rich. While others perished, they had food to ration and stayed locked inside. Everything he ever cared about was fine. Not his money, not his honor or pride as a warrior, but his family. He had no other worries in the world in that moment and everything was good.
Everything that he had lived through to get to where he was today was easy compared to most, but it was hard. Stressful and scary at times, his life’s work was worth it for he wasn’t alone. Here he was letting a man lose not only his world, but his life too. He wondered how he had become the man he was now. When did this happen?
The man blinked, looking down from his horse to the strangers. No words to speak.
David asked him, “Do you understand?”
“Yes, thank you…” Stunned, not sure how or what had just happened. “…I was mistaken. Forgive me.” Riding quickly back to the beggar muttering again and again, “Forgive me lord. I see. I see now.” He jumped to their sides and took care of them, soon lifting them over the back of his horse, heading in the same direction David and Elijah were now.
Elijah stared at David for a few moments, both also having viewed those visions, “But… he never had a wife.”
“No.” David replied, motioning for them to continue onward. “…but he knows what it would feel like to lose her.”]
One of so many encounters throughout, and this is really has nothing to do with the plot.