Samson and Delilah:  A Modern Fable

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This is the story of Samson and Delilah.  It is a story of passion, romance, jealousy, intrigue, narcissism and maybe even murder.  Our story takes place in Brooklyn, New York.  The date is 2017.

body builder with long hairSamson was the strongest most well-built man on the block.  He had muscles chiseled in stone.  His muscles had muscles.  He stood 6 feet 4 inches tall and did not have an ounce of fat on him.   Samson worked out seven days a week, twice each day at the Philistine Gym on Gibeon Street.  He worked out before he went to work each morning and after work for two hours each evening.

Samson was easily the most powerful man in the gym.  Everybody admired Samson, but not quite as much as Samson admired himself.  It was said that he could not pass a mirror without flexing his muscles and taking a few moments to pose in various bodybuilding stances.

Delilah lived in the same neighborhood as Samson.  All of her neighbors agreed that she was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen.  She was tall with long blond hair and a perfectly proportioned figure.  Men could not help stopping in their tracks to stare when she walked by.  She looked like an angel.  She was so beautiful that many local artists would try to paint her from memory.

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Delilah also went to the same gym as Samson.  All the guys in the gym would flex their biceps or triceps an extra amount each time that Delilah came near them.  All except Samson.  He seldom even noticed Delilah.  Delilah knew the effect that she had on men but she could care less. The only man that she was interested in was Samson.  Perhaps it was the old story about white body builder with long hairwanting something more because you can’t have it.  Delilah had only one other person she admired, herself.  Much like Sampson, she could not pass by a mirror without staring at her reflection and thinking “how beautiful I am.”

Samson wanted to show the world that he was the strongest man who ever lived.  To achieve this goal, he decided to attend the World Weightlifting Championship taking place in Brooklyn the year of our story.  He could already dead lift 1000 pounds and he was determined he would lift 1200 pounds to shatter the then current world record of 1102.3 pounds.

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Now Samson was a tad superstitious.  Because he was lifting more each year and had never cut his hair, he believed that his strength grew proportionately along with the length of his hair.  He had let his hair grow for over ten years and his braid was now down almost to his waist.  He was certain that his strength was a result of his long hair.

delilah weight lifting 2Delilah grew more and more desperate in her attempts to get Samson to notice her.   Finally, she hit on the idea to simply approach Samson and remark on his wonderful hair.  So, one day while he was practicing his dead lifts, she sauntered by and casually remarked on how beautiful his hair was.  She proceeded to compliment him on his marvelous muscle definition.  She followed up these compliments with the suggestion that they go back to her place after working out and she would cook him a nice microwave dinner and brush his hair.  This idea delighted Samson and after working out, they both went to Delilah’s house.

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As you would guess, human nature being what it was, dinner turned into desert, desert turned into a night cap and a night cap woke up with breakfast.  After that evening, Delilah and Samson were a twosome.  Both loved each other with a passion only matched by their mutual admiration for themselves.  It was a question of whom or which they loved more.

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Well, as you may know, narcissists have a short attention span for anything but themselves.  Samson was the first to break the implicit arrangement that seemed to characterize their relationship.  Thus, one evening, Delilah knocked on Samson’s door and much to her surprise another woman in a skimpy negligee answered.  Delilah was shocked but more than shocked she was furious.  She swore revenge on Samson.

Weeks went by, Samson ignored Delilah at the gym and Delilah ignored Sampson.  However, all this time Delilah was plotting her revenge.  She well knew that the big weightlifting event was coming up and she also knew that Samson was superstitious about his hair and strength.  This latter fact was the pillar of her idea for revenge.

samson-delilah-cutting hairDelilah waited until the night before the World Weightlifting championship.  At around midnight, she used the key that Samson hid near his door to let herself into Samson’s apartment.  Moving as stealthily as a cat, she entered Samson’s bedroom.  Samson was a sound sleeper and he had no inclination of what awaited him.  Delilah took the surgical scalpel that she had borrowed from a medical admirer and in one quick slash, she lopped off Samson’s braid.  Samson was totally unaware and did not move a muscle.  Delilah slipped back out the way she had come and placed Samson’s key back where he hid it.

The next morning Samson woke and went to the bathroom to get ready for the big event.  Imagine his surprise and chagrin when we looked in the mirror and found that most of his hair was gone.  Samson was devastated.  He immediately knew that Delilah had taken her revenge.  But it was now too late.  There was no way that he could dead lift without his hair.  His thoughts ran to the best way to get even with Delilah and whether or not her murder would constitute justifiable homicide.

Samson decided to go to the championship event anyway.  Perhaps, even without his long hair, he would still have a chance.  Sadly, he could not even dead lift 800 pounds.  This was the minimum weight needed to qualify for the competitive championship rounds.  The mighty Samson was only a shell of his old self.  Everyone who knew him wondered what had happened to the once proud and haughty Samson.  Was this God’s way of punishing the narcissistic among us?

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History shows that Samson never broke another record and his name was gradually erased from the rolls of major body builders and weight lifters at the Philistine gym.

But, what of Delilah?  Would you like to know how she got her just rewards?  You see every moral or fable must have a denouement.   The good guy triumphs over the bad guy.  The two lovers marry and live happily ever after.  The struggling athlete scores the final points to win the big game.  The starving painter is eventually recognized for her creative genius.  The hero slays the dragon and wins the fair maid.

Unfortunately, neither Delilah’s neighbors or the historians at the Philistine gym have any further records for Delilah.  It is like she vanished into thin air immediately after the big weight lifting event.  There are those who suspect that foul play may have played a role in her mysterious departure.  Many others say she got fat, lost her looks, married a computer geek and is living in Poughkeepsie.

Time for Questions:

What was the source of Samson’s power?  Was it really his hair?  What makes anyone powerful?  What role does belief have in our powers?  Can you really accomplish anything without believing in yourself?  What happens when you stop believing in yourself?

Life is just beginning.

“…it occurred to me that maybe Samson’s hair wasn’t the source of his strength; maybe it was the symbol of his strength. And maybe when Delilah cut off his hair, he didn’t lose his power because he lost his hair; he just woke up the next morning and looked in the mirror, and suddenly for the life of him couldn’t remember who he was.”  — Sarah Thebarge

 

The Fox and the Rabbit

Growing up, I always loved the Uncle Remus stories and the Aesop fables.  The following story melds elements of both authors.  If you have never read tales from either source, you are missing one of the great treasure troves of morals ever written.  Here is my contribution to the genre of fables with a moral. 

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It was shortly after the race between Mr. Rabbit and the Mr. Tortoise.  Everyone was still talking about how Mr. Tortoise had beaten Mr. Rabbit.  The unthinkable had happened.  How could the slowest moving creature in the forest beat one of the speediest forest creatures?  Of course, the entire episode was an example of how pride and hubris could be the downfall of anyone.  Mr. Rabbit was so certain that he could beat the tortoise that he played the fool and lost the race.  However, Mr. Rabbit assured everyone that he was too smart to ever let this happen again.

The wise old fox was getting long in tooth and short in speed.  Years ago, he would have had a chance to catch a rabbit for dinner but those times were mostly history now.  Instead, Mr. Fox knew that he must rely on stealth and not speed.  Only by using his wit and cunning could he avoid starvation in old age.

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Now Mr. Fox had observed the race between the rabbit and the tortoise.  He had observed the strutting and pompousness of Mr. Rabbit.  He has also heard Mr. Rabbit assure everyone that such a situation would never happen again.  Mr. Fox had another idea though and he thought “This might just be the opportunity that I am waiting for.  I think that leopards rarely change their spots and I will test my theory on Mr. Rabbit.”

A few weeks went by and one day Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Fox were crossing intersecting trails when Mr. Fox spied Mr. Rabbit and decided to put his plan into action.  He yelled to Mr. Rabbit “Can you wait just a minute, I have a challenge for you?”  Mr. Rabbit, always very competitive and certain that Mr. Fox was nowhere close enough to grab him answered back “What kind of a challenge Mr. Fox?”

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“I want to challenge you to a race just like the one you had with Mr. Tortoise”, replied Mr. Fox.  Now Mr. Rabbit knew that Mr. Fox was very cunning but he also knew that Mr. Fox had grown old and slow.  He decided to play out the game because he was curious to see what Mr. Fox was up to.  “What’s in it for me if I beat you” said Mr. Rabbit, confident that there was no way Mr. Fox could beat him.  “Well, said Mr. Fox, if you win I will bring you a bushel full of carrots to eat.  If I win, you will bring me a bushel full of wheat.”  Mr. Fox, did not really care for wheat but he needed to show that he thought he just might win.

Mr. Rabbit, still suspicious of a trick answered “Well, I am agreeable to the race but on one condition.  If I win, you must deliver the carrots to me at a place and time that I will specify.”  Surely, he thought, there will be no chance for Mr. Fox to grab me if I have him deliver the carrots to my warren.  Mr. Fox was agreeable to the terms for truth be told, the situation was working out just as he had hoped it would.

Mr. Rabbit assumed that Mr. Fox would try to somehow grab him during the race and he was not going to let this happen.  No sleeping or napping during this race.  He would move so fast that he would blow the pants off Mr. Fox.  The word went out through the forest that Mr. Rabbit was going to be in another race.  His opponent this time would be Mr. Fox.  The entire forest was abuzz with anticipation.  All knew that for many years, Mr. Fox had tried to catch Mr. Rabbit but with no results.  What was he up to, was the thought on everyone’s mind,

The day of the race came.  Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Fox took their respective places.  Mr. Rabbit made sure he was nowhere close to Mr. Fox at the starting line.  Hundreds of forest creatures had arrived to watch the big race.  Mr. Owl blew the starting whistle and off they went.  Over hill, over dale, through the thickest parts of the forest ran Mr. Fox and Mr. Rabbit.  However, Mr. Fox was clearly outmatched.  Mr. Rabbit was hundreds of yards ahead.  He had such a lead that he could not even see Mr. Fox.  He thought to himself “Mr. Fox thinks I am going to take a nap and catch me, but he is too stupid for me, I will keep going until I reach the finish line.”  Minutes later, Mr. Rabbit crossed the finish line and Mr. Fox was nowhere in sight.  Mr. Rabbit jumped up and down and shouted things like “Stupid old fox, thought he could catch me.”  “Mr. Fox has gotten senile in his old age if he thinks that he can outsmart me.”

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Mr. Fox finally crossed the finish line many minutes later than Mr. Rabbit.  Mr. Rabbit had grown tired of waiting and he left a note for Mr. Fox with Mr. Owl.  “Please give this note to Mr. Fox from me” he asked, “It has directions for when and where he should bring the carrots that he owes me.”  Mr. Fox took the note and went home.

A week or so passed and Mr. Fox had collected all the carrots that would fit into a bushel basket.  He also collected a few more that he was going to put into a gunny sack.  He put a note on the bushel basket that he had picked more carrots than required by the bet but he was going to donate them to Mr. Rabbit anyway.  Furthermore, he left the sack to make it easier for Mr. Rabbit to get his carrots home.

Mr. Rabbit thought “My, my, I guess Mr. Fox knows who is the better runner now.  That stupid fox will think twice before he challenges me again.”  Mr. Rabbit grabbed a carrot and promptly ate it.  After eating a few more carrots, he decided it was time to get them back home.  It would not do to be out after dark.

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Mr. Rabbit managed to carry the basket home and then came back for the sack.  Letting his guard down, Mr. Rabbit did not notice that Mr. Fox had snuck back to the site where the sack was and climbed inside it.  Mr. Rabbit grabbed the sack and tried to throw it over his shoulder but it was too heavy.  “What is in this sack?” thought Mr. Rabbit.  He opened it to peer inside and before you could say “Jack Rabbit,” Mr. Fox had Mr. Rabbit in his jaws.  Sad to say, that was the end of Mr. Rabbit.

Now, any good story must have a moral and that goes double for stories with an unhappy ending.  I have tried to find a fitting moral to this tale.  There are perhaps several morals that might fit.

  • Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
  • Pride goes before a fall.
  • The leopard does not change its spots.
  • Always keep your enemies in sight.
  • Long-term thinking will always win out over short-term thinking.

Mr. Fox was not sure which of these morals he had followed.  He only knew that rabbit was a mighty tasty morsel when served cold.

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Time for Questions:

What moral do you find in this story?  Why?  What would you have put for an ending? Why?

Life is just beginning.

“Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poetic fables. Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder.” — Thomas Aquinas
 

 

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