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"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed." This is a quote from The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. The teeny tiny little prince is a foreigner from a teeny tiny planet. He travelled to a planet so small that there was a sunrise every 60 seconds! Another planet housed a prideful king who lived alone on a planet with his robes stretching far and wide and he thought he owned everything including the stars. He met many kinds of people on every planet including planet earth. That is where he met the fox I speak of. It was in the middle of the desert so the Little Prince didn't realize that there were millions of people elsewhere.

Naively, the Little Prince didn't realize that when he was making friends with a fox, he was making friends with a "killer". The fox had experienced humans as "killers".

“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..." But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life . I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..." The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. "Please, tame me!" he said.”

This reminded me of all the people I have met who seemed foreboding at first until I took time to befriend them and vice versa. It is the druggies and the homeless (I hate to even separately categorize them that way) who have become friends. It is also people who seem to be higher on the social ladder or in their roles, like presidents, and principals, and employers. We can relate and a taming occurs. I have been tamed from whom I thought I was. Humble friendship happens.

The Little Prince was recommended by my friend, Keri, who kept telling me that it would speak volumes. It was written by an Englishman in 1942 after he had fought in the war. Many things come out of war, including a childlike philosophy of love and acceptance that comes through this book. It speaks in a pictoral way about pride, and riches, and diversity. It exudes peace. It made me think. It can be read in a couple of hours. I started reading it to my five year old grandson. I was surprised at how attentive he is to hearing about this sweet innocent little prince.