Once upon a time two brothers who lived on
adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40
years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and
goods as needed without a hitch. Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and
finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of
silence. One morning there was a knock on Johns door. He opened it to
find a man with a carpenters toolbox.
I am looking for a few days work, he said.
Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there. Could I help
you?
Yes, said the older brother. I do have a job
for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That is my neighbor, in fact,
it is my younger brother. Last week there was a meadow between us and he
took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us.
Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I will go him one better. See
that pile of lumber curing by the barn? I want you to build me a fence,
an 8-foot fence, so I wo not need to see his place anymore. Cool him
down, anyhow.
The carpenter said, I think I understand the
situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger and I will be able to
do a job that pleases you. The older brother had to go to town for supplies, so he helped the
carpenter get the materials ready and then he was
off for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing,
nailing. About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just
finished his job. The farmers eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There
was no fence there at all. It was a bridge, a bridge stretching from one
side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work, handrails and all
and the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming across, his hand
outstretched. You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all
I have said and done.
The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and
then they met in the middle, taking each others hand. They turned to see
the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder.
No wait! Stay a few days. I have a lot of other
projects for you, said the older brother. I would love to stay on, the carpenter said, but,
I have many more bridges to build. Author unknown
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