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",,,Thank you for remembering women in your story.  As for drugs, I don't get the analogy.  I'll admit that I can't get this story out of my head.  If only we had someone like Og around today.  You know what I think?  I think they're all too pre-occupied with drugs.  Just kidding.  I think I'm starting to get your point.  I'm getting scared."

Patricia Dorsey, A Mom with grown children (Moms never retire) 

"You made me cry and I can't stop!  Thank you for a timeless lesson on drug abuse."

Norma Safari, Drug Counselor

"Whoever thought that a simple story about water could teach us so much about drugs?  A real eye opener for me!"

David Lantern, Elementary School Teacher


The Story of Og

 Richard Gicomeng



Many thousands of years ago, a great rainstorm raged upon the land of a very powerful tribe.  For countless nights and days the rain kept falling into the valley and massive gray clouds had swallowed the sky and the mountains to the north.  The small creeks overflowed and by the time the rainstorm was over, the land was flooded, food was scarce, and many from the tribe had died.  For the people of the tribe, rain was a bad omen; floods were a bad omen.  They believed that the water was punishment and so they blamed the youth for conjuring up the rain with their wildness and noise.  They noticed that to the north, the once high mountain that they worshiped for providing them with protection from the cold now appeared to have been engulfed by a frozen white substance that they knew would bring even more flooding, the magnitude that they had never seen before.  No one from the tribe knew how to swim.  They learned from experience that the water which was normally good to drink would bring about sickness as it always had in such abundance.  One little boy from the tribe named Og, was curious about the water and went to explore it one day with other boys from his tribe.  They were told to stay away but that didn’t stop them.  It encouraged them, for if they were brave enough to face the water, then they would have the same freedom as the elders.  Og leaned over the water from a small sandy cliff and saw his reflection.  He began laughing with pleasure as he moved and the figure in the water did as he did.  He had found a friend.  Closer and closer Og got to his reflection until the cliff gave out and Og fell into the water.  Kicking and screaming, Og tried to fight the liquid monster, but the force of the water underneath was like some sprawling giant and he was trapped, forced downward as his friends watched helplessly in fear.


The adults of the tribe didn’t know anything about swimming.  Several of them tried to stop the others from rescuing Og.   They were convinced the young boy was gone forever.   One of the braver men jumped into the water only to find that he too had become pulled along by the current, only for the man who weighed more and had more body mass, he was being dragged under and downstream faster that Og, passing Og by and still trying to fight.  As Og watched his would be hero go under, he realized that there was nothing he could do and his body went limp.  But rather than sinking through the fluid, Og floated upward to the surface of the water.  He was holding his breath and then he began to breathe slowly, keeping his eyes partly opened in the blinding sunlight.    Soon, Og found himself floating to the shore.  When Og could see how close he was to his friends and the adults of the tribe, he rolled over onto his belly.  He could feel his legs drop and his feet hit the sand below.  Og ran through the water as the tide pushed him in and then further back.  He survived! This made Og a hero.  He had overcome the water while his would be rescuer was swept downstream and perished. 


Immediately, the people of the tribe were forbidden to go near the water.  The tribe itself relocated away from it and barriers made from tree trunks were placed along the bank of the now sprawling river.  No one from the tribe was allowed to trespass beyond the barrier.  Anyone who did was punished.  Eventually, a few tribe members began to trespass the barrier.  They invented organized hand strokes to navigate through the water.  But when they were caught, they were tied to tree trunks and the members of the tribe were free to vent their anger on these rogues of society until the chief felt they had been punished enough.   Only the privileged heroes of the tribe were allowed to go to the river and conduct their investigation.  They never thought about learning from the rogues who trespassed.  Og was a man of about 30 and held a high position in the tribe when he saw a trespasser swimming across to the other side.  This was indeed a bad tribe member but Og thought for a moment and leaned over the edge of the water and saw his reflection.  He remembered how much he wanted to be with his friend in the water. Og smiled.  Maybe the water wasn’t such a bad thing.  Og waited until the interloper returned and when he came ashore, Og stepped out of the bushes where he had been hiding.  The trespasser was scared and started to run, but Og knocked him down and communicated with the trespasser that he wanted only to learn how to control himself so that he too could fearlessly traverse the water.  The trespasser taught Og and they practiced every night when no one was watching. Then Og thought, this could be a great source of pleasure if one knew how to control themselves in it. Og brought his newfound friend to the chief and told the chief about the water.  The chief was adamantly opposed to such idea.  But Og pointed out that water was actually a good thing.  It wasn’t bad as everyone from the tribe came to believe.  Og wanted to make up for turning the river into a source of pain and did everything he could to convince the chief to let him demonstrate to others that they too could enjoy the water.  But the chief remained stubborn and at one point had Og stripped of his position in the tribe and tied to a tree for two weeks.  Og recovered but now he had lost his position and was without any power.  That’s when he discovered that the only reason why the chief wouldn’t let him demonstrate to the others that the water was beneficial was because the chief – a very insecure man – had used the river as a way to control the people of the tribe.  If Og were to demonstrate how to safely navigate through the water, others would learn and the chief would be powerless over the tribe.


Og contemplated for a long time what it would take to convince the chief, and then he came up with a plan.  Og left the tribe where he was already an outcast and convinced a few other rogues to join him.  Og and the others quietly built a trench along the back end of the tribe that extended for six miles until it rejoined the river.  Then during the rainy season, the team watched as the river broke though, filling the diverted route with water.  Now, the tribe was surrounded by water on all sides. Og went back to the chief and told him what they had done.  The chief had Og and the members of the team tied to trees with orders to have them stoned.  Og smiled as the citizens of the tribe were about to hurl rocks at him and he communicated to them that they were killing their only chance of survival.  He told them that what he had done would now protect them from other enemy tribes.  Soon, the women of the tribe told the men to stop.  Og was right.  Yes, Og had created a danger but if there was a way to educate their young to be like the rogues, they now had a strong barrier that they would learn how to get them across the rivers and yet no other tribe could threaten them again.  The women untied Og and the other rogues and Og told them that he had seen wood drifting down the river and how a vessel could be made to transport them across.  By working with the rivers and not against them, they could use the water as a barrier.  Everyone agreed that Og was right and they stripped the powers from the chief and gave them to Og. From then on, the tribe became even more powerful.  By accepting the rivers instead of working against it, the river led them to realize their capabilities even more than anyone had thought.  Eventually, they expanded the village by diverting the river far beyond the first and it was many years before the neighboring tribes could figure out how to navigate the rivers.  By that time, Og had diplomatically made peace agreements with all of the neighboring tribes.  Eventually, the neighboring tribes came to navigate the rivers for entertainment rather than to pillage the land between the rivers.  These neighboring tribes in return protected their neighbor and banded together into a peaceful happy existence.