Build bridges ,not fences

[Guest guest]

Namaste Nanda

 

We need more bridges, may we understand each other. May we make this

a better world to live in and flow from the Love that knows no

difference.

 

With Love

 

Om Namah Sivaya

 

Kanda

[Guest guest]

A heartwarming story that I found on the web. My thanks to the unknown author.

Jai Maa

Nanda

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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 I could help with? 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 this to spite me, but I'll do him

one better. See that pile of lumber by the barn? I want you to build

me a fence -- an 8-foot fence -- so I won't need to see his place or

his face 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, 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 toward them, his hand outstretched.

"You are quite a fellow to build

this bridge after all I've said and done." The two brothers stood at

each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each

other's hand. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox onto

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 many more bridges to build." ~ Author Unknown ~

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