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 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.

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 neighbour, in fact, it's
my younger brother!. Last week there was a meadow between us
and he took his bulldozer to the river level 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 neighbour, 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 ~*~



We need to ask ourselves ...
Are we building bridges from our hearts to one another or
building blocks between us?

Are we finding the things we have in common with one another
or are we focusing on our differences?

Every person on Mother Earth wants to be Loved
and wants to give Love.

Every person wants to be accepted and acknowledged.

Open to the Love that you are.

We need to build bridges while we can, sometimes it can be too late!


 


 


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