There was once a man who was walking down a street and he came to a bridge. As he crossed the bridge, he was not paying much attention to what he was doing and he fell off the bridge and broke his leg. The paramedics came by and brought the man to the hospital. There the doctors determined the severity of the man's injury and realized that the man was so severly injured he may not be able to walk again. The doctors talked amongst themselves and decided to try a new healing method that had not been used before. The man began to heal well and after a month the doctors sent the man home from the hospital. The man continued to heal at home and after a few months he discovered that the healing had transferred to his other leg! A few more months passed and the man found that he could walk better, jump higher and kick farther than he ever could before! So the man decided to learn soccer. After a year, the man decided to go on vacation. He traveled to a far distant country. When he arrived in this far distant country he found the country had no mountains, no valleys and no rivers. Therefore, it had no bridges! The man spent several months traveling about this far distant country and soon he came to love it. It was very different than his own land, but the beauty and history of this far distant country intrigued him and touched him. He fell in love with this place and decided he would live here. One day the man came upon a group of men playing soccer. He watched them for a few minutes and then, as he had not played soccer in so long, asked if he could join them. They responded, "Yes, please!" "Come join us for a game." Even though the man was new to this sport he played very well with these men who had played soccer in their hometown for many years. After the game the men of the far distant country congratulated the man for playing so well. They asked him how he learned to play the game. The man said that he had broken his leg and it was so severly injured the doctors used a healing method that had never been used before. This method was so effective that not only was his broken leg healed but his other leg was enhanced. He explained that he could now walk better, jump higher and run faster than he ever could before. The men in the far distant country were quite astounded by this news but were very excited about how this could have happened. "It is a miracle", they exclaimed. And they congratulated the man again for his excellent play and his remarkable recovery. "But tell us", they asked, "how did you break your leg?" "Well", said the man, "it is a very funny story, you see, I was walking down the street one day and not paying attention to what I was doing." "Ah", said the men, "Yes, we understand." The man continued, "And not paying attention to what I was doing or where I was going, I fell off a bridge." "What!" said the men from the far distant country. "That cannot be. There are no bridges." "Oh yes", said the man, "I fell off one and broke my leg." "No, no", said the men, "this is blasphemy, heresy! You may have broken your leg by falling or in a motor vehicle accident or from falling off a horse, or perhaps from playing soccer, but you could never break your leg from falling off a bridge. Bridges do not exist!" "Yes they do," replied the man beginning to get a little frustrated, "that is how I broke my leg." "That is impossible!", responded the men from the far distant country, "Our religion does not believe in bridges. It is written that there are no bridges. Therefore you could never have fallen off a bridge." "But I did", exclaimed the man, "come to my country and I can show you many bridges. Bridges of all sizes and shapes. Old bridges and new bridges. Beautiful bridges and stately bridges." "Stop! Stop!", said the men, "We will not go to your country to see these bridges. It would be a waste of our time, because bridges do not exist. It is written and therefore it is so. We will not travel to a place to waste our time and spend our money to be made fools of. Bridges do not exist!" The man fell silent and he was very sad. He was sad because he realized he could never make the people of this far distant country understand what he had been through. He knew he could never convince them of his experience which was so far beyond their own. The man returned to his hotel and packed his bags. With tears in his eyes because he was leaving this strange beautiful land he had fallen in love with, the man returned to his own country where there were bridges.