The Inventor

Par the Inventor

It was a wintry night in the city of Lhasa, Nepal, as 13-year-old Par strolled along with his friends Hye, Bye, and Dye. Par was a new kid in this community and he had begun acquainting himself with new friends. The community his mom and him moved into was known as the Achutoeora tribe. “What do you want to be when you grow up, Par?” inquired Dye. “I would love to be an inventor. Just like Albert Einstein or you know, Thomas Edison.” “Oh I see. I always wanted to be a mountain climber. One day I want to climb Mount Everest.” said Bye. “Well, we have to go now, see you later Par!” exclaimed Hye. “Bye guys!” Par shouted as he saw his friends go home. Par stopped to admire the peacefulness and the serenity of his new home. Although this village was very poor, Par liked it here. It was much more peaceful than the big city where he had come from.

On his way home, he met the Chief of the village, whose name was Kaba. Although he felt a little bit lonely, Par was meeting new people everyday! “This is great!” Par thought. By the time he arrived home, his mom had gone to sleep but left food on the table. For dinner, Par had chicken noodle soup and dry bread. He then sat cozily with the warm comfort of the fireplace nearby. On second thought, he considered Dye’s and Bye’s ideas and thought that he wanted to be a mountain climber and an inventor too. The idea fascinated him so much that he fell asleep that moment, awaiting the sweet dreams that would show him a better picture of what he envisioned.

The next morning he woke up early and went to another room to form a plan. He usually did not wake up nearly as early as he did that morning. He would not have if it were not for his dream. His dream was quite peculiar yet fascinating. In it, he imagined that he jumped off the top of Mount Everest and opened a new invention, which made him fall very slowly through the air, and it saved his life. Par thought this was a magnificent idea, which could and should be invented. He could find no reason to any build and test his idea. He started designing his invention as dawn came and went. After a few hours noon had crept into the clock and to his fascination he had completed designing his vision. He had a buckle that would go around his waist, a light cloth, string, and wooden spoons. He already had wooden spoons and a light cloth as well as a buckle, but he did not have any string.

Therefore, he slapped his knapsack on and was about to head out the door when his mom asked where he was going. “I’ll be around mom,” he said nonchalantly. “All right, but be back before lunch!” his mom called. By this time, he was long gone looking for string. In this part of the world, string came from a special type of plant, which was located high on Mount Everest. Par did not know what to do. If he went to get the string he would be late for lunch, but if not, his invention creation would be postponed! Par, being the impulsive young man he was, decided to take the risk and go. In his knapsack, he had goggles, winter clothing, and all the materials for the invention except string, and lots of food.

He started his trek up the huge Mount Everest, his heart and his mind racing. What if he made it to the top? What if his invention worked? How much money would he get? Par did not care much for money, but he had hoped that if his invention worked, his family and the village would get richer if they would patent the invention. If there was one thing among the serenity of his new home that irked him, it was how poor the people who lived here were. He had hoped that with this invention he could lead a better future for everybody. By noon, Par was a quarter ways up the mountain and was quite exhausted. As you can probably imagine, this climb was tough on a thirteen-year-old boy. He stopped for a snack break and had some dry bread and soup by creating a fire using wood. Although it did not taste very good, the warm food helped his hunger and his body against the cold weather.

Par continued on his adventure up the mountain and now the weather was getting quite difficult. There was heavy snow and it was blowing in his face, making this part of the journey slow, aggravating, and uncomfortable. However, as much as his mind wanted him to go back home, his heart wanted him to continue. Suddenly, a big grizzly bear appeared. Par gasped and froze. It could not end like this. Not after all he had done. The grizzly bear was slowly trapping Par and he did not notice that the mountain was behind him. He hit it with a slow realization that the bear had just trapped him. There was no way out. For a moment, through the snowstorm, he could have sworn the bear was grinning. The bear was closing in on Par. He did not feel fear or panic, just absolute shock that this could have happened.