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He's My Brother



He's My Brother


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 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 over 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."


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