The Carpenter

Came across this meaningful passage and thought I would share it here. This story of a carpenter who disregarded the instruction of his client but instead helped save a strained relationship.

Sometimes we build invisible walls around us so as to protect ourselves from being hurt, not knowing that it also prevents us from being loved.

Hope this beautiful story touches your heartstring and inspires us to build bridges, not walls.

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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. He recently 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 and 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 that stretched 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 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.”

  Tks for sharing

  Tks for sharing

Thanks for the kind

Thanks for the kind compliment, kiddo. 🙂 And all those who appreciate my sharings. I get encouraged when others are encouraged too.

Angelight ,  You are an

Angelight , 

You are an Angel, good one ….

Yes indeed we need to build many bridges …….

 

 

 

 

great post, and thanks for

great post, and thanks for sharing. our intention drives us where we want to be.

 Good one!!!

 Good one!!!

Inspiring Story!!

Really inspiring story, thanks for it!

Nice story. Better to build

Nice story. Better to build than to tear down.

Lovely story. Thanks :)

Lovely story. Thanks 🙂

 Such a lovely story!!

 Such a lovely story!!

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