THE FENCE

THE FENCE

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 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 go 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 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 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 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 many more bridges to build."