The Well

There once was an old man who lived alone in the middle of a vast dessert. He laboured long and hard at his task of extracting the precious waters from a deep well. He did this happily and without complaints for his toils were fulfilling, for he knew that his work had meaning. About once a month a caravan would pass by and stay the night. He freely shared his water and was rewarded with small offering left on his doorstep. A loaf of bread, salt, some meat, nothing much but enough to sustain the old man. As time went by the offering became sporadic and varied from visit to visit. The old man became weaker and weaker and before long, the old man died.

Now his labour of joy had in fact maintained the well for without his daily trips the well dried up. The removal of the precious fluid allowed a balance and direction for the waters to flow but allowed to stagnate, the waters found a new course and consequently no longer filled the caverns. A week after the old man died a caravan came through. Expecting to see the old man and benefit from his labours they found only a parched hole in the ground and no water to be found. All man and beast on that caravan perished. They had come to expect so much and offered so little in return that it was through their own folly that they perished.

Moral of the story....? I guess it could mean so many different things. What does it mean to you..?

Morals....morals everywhere....:)

A. Water finds its own course ?

B. There is a reason for all things ?

C. You get out, what you put in ?

D. Never take anything for granted ?

E. Never leave a camel, double parked ?