The Perfect Planet

Many years ago I wrote a story about a group of people that lived on another planet. The story popped in my mind today so I thought I would write a little summary of it.

The planet was wonderful, for everyone got along. Life was perfect except for one problem that they all suffered from, but they made the best of it and still enjoyed life.  They all were friends. Then one day a stranger came to visit the planet, he said he was a Doctor. He promised everyone that he would enrich their lives and make everything better for them.  That he had a special antidote for the one problem that affected everyone on the planet. Obviously everyone was eager to take the antidote, for who wouldn’t want their lives made even better. No questions were asked as they all lined up excitedly for the injection that would change their lives. He promised them that when they woke up the next day that the antidote would have taken affect and their lives would be forever changed.

They woke up the next morning and he was right! The people were amazed! They couldn’t believe the difference, the antidote had worked. Everyone was so very happy as they reveled in the delight of being cured.

Sadly the happiness was short lived. Things started changing on the planet that once had been so wonderful.  People started fighting, who had never fought before. Children started losing friends as parents started not allowing them to play with all the friends that they had played with before.

Before everyone had trusted each other, but distrust started to sprout and soon spread like wildfire throughout the community. Where once there were large gatherings and people helped each other without being asked twice, there now were smaller clusters that started forming. Doors that used to be always open were now shut and locked as fear grew from the roots of distrust that had spread.

Where there once was peace and love there now was fighting and hatred.

What had happened? Why the change?

Little Tommy silently wept in his bed at night as he didn’t understand. He just knew that he really missed his best friend. It didn’t make any sense to him or his friend. Why were their parents suddenly afraid of each other. Their parents had been friends before as well, but now they looked at each other so suspiciously.

Their parents didn’t know that he and his friend had a secret hiding place that they met at whenever they had a chance to slip away. They also didn’t know that earlier that night  they had brought knives with them to their hiding place. They had cut themselves for they had to see. They had to know what color they would bleed. For Tommy was white and his friend was black, was that the color of their blood too?  They had pinched their eyes shut against the pain at first and then slowly opened them and were shocked by what they saw, they both had red blood running from their little cut. They weren’t so different after all. Should they tell their parents? Maybe then they would see!

Tommy closed his eyes as he said a prayer hoping that tomorrow would be a new day, that perhaps his parents would see. Not see with only their eyes. From what Tommy and his friends had been seeing, the joy of being able to actually see with their eyes had made the adults go crazy! Tonight Tommy prayed that his parents would see with their hearts!