Here is a story send to my email on the other day. It was stated that the sender took the story from “A Gift of Inspiration” info@agiftofinspiration.com.au. The story is created by an unknown author. Since this is truly an inspiring story, I thought of giving it wide currency. So here I publish it again.
The story is titled: “Building
Bridges”.
Two
brothers that 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 labour 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.
Very
early one morning there was a knock on the older brother'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?'
'Well
as it happens there is' said the older brother.
'I
do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbour,
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 this 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 . . . a
2 metre high fence, so I won't need to see him or his place anymore.
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, digging and nailing. About sunset when the
older brother returned, the carpenter had just finished his job. The older brother
eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped.
There
was no fence there at all; instead there 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 neighbour, his younger brother was coming across the bridge, his hand
outstretched.
'You
are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and done,' he said.
The
two brothers then met in the middle of the bridge, taking each other's hand and
embraced . . . their conflict was at an end. They then turned to see the
carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder.
'No,
wait please 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 many more bridges to build.'
Posted
by:
Professor Jacob Abraham
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