HOW TO BUILD A BRIDGE
Photo by Ron Browning (I love you, Darling.)
Ron Browning knew how to build bridges. He waded out in the river through mud and weeds and poison ivy to get this one of a kind picture of the old Henlawson Bridge in Logan County, even though he was severely allergic to poison ivy. Getting this picture was a labor of love, and that is how he lived his life, "building bridges" through love. Ron would have liked the following story and would like that I am using it with his picture.
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. 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
curing by the barn? I want you to build me a fence -- an 8-foot fence --
so I won't need to see his place anymore. Cool him down, anyhow."
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 for supplies, 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."
Author Unknown
If anyone knows the author of this beautiful story, please let me know, so that I may give
appropriate credit.
(Thanks, Jodi for sharing this!- Love ya, girl!)
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