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Time：第150次例會，2008年4月5日（週六）下午2:30~5:30
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Topic: The rock in the road
Source: Tom Cole, the teacher of AECP in ASU
This story happened about a hundred years ago in a small village. One day there was an earthquake. Nothing was destroyed and no one was injured, but a hug rock fell from a nearby mountain. The rock rolled down from the mountain and stopped in the middle of the main road in the village.
When the earthquake stopped, many of the village people came out into the road and saw the large rock. They decided to try to move the rock since it was blocking the road. The rock was more or less shaped like a sphere, about one meter in diameter.
Some of the strongest men in the village came to try to lift the rock out of the road. No matter how they tried though, they couldn’t move it. They tried to push it, they tried to roll it, they tried to pull it with ropes, but nothing worked. They couldn’t move it.
“Well,” they agreed, it’s impossible. The rock can’t be moved. There’s noting we can do about it. We’ll have to change the course of the road.”
All of this time a young boy about 12 years old was watching the men trying to move the rock. “Excuse me, sirs,” he said, “but I think I can help you move the rock.”
“You?” they shouted. “What are you talking about? You can’t move this rock. All of us have just tried, and even together we can’t move it at all.” The men all laughed at the boy.
The next morning some people came into the street. One of them shouted, “The rock is gone. It’s gone.” More people ran out into the street to see for themselves. It was true. The rock wasn’t in the road anymore. It wasn’t even near the road. In fact, no one could see the rock anywhere.
“This is impossible,” they said. Where did it go?” The twelve year old boy stood in the street, smiling. “I told you I could move it,” he said. “I did it last night.”
The boy walked over to where the rock had been and uncovered some dirt with a shovel. “I buried it,” he said.
The people looked amazed.
“You see,” he said. “I dug a deep hole next to the rock and then I dug a small incline up towards the rock and the rock rolled down into the hole by itself. Then I covered it with dirt.
Questions
1. What does the story try to tell?
2. Can you think another way to move the rock?
3. Do you know any similar stories?
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