From: "Chuck Haag"
Subject: FW: Two Brothers
Date: Fri, 7 Jul 2000 14:39:48 -0400
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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 John's door. He opened it to find a man
with a carpenter's toolbox. "I'm 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's my neighbor, in fact, it's 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
his to spite me, but I'll 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 won't
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'll 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
farmer's 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've said and done."
The two brothers met at the middle of the bridge, taking each other's hand.
They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder. "No,
wait! Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you," said the
older brother.
"I'd love to stay on," the carpenter said, "but I have so many more
bridges to build."