In which the Gift of Stories continues: an important tale of reeds
The Reeds of Strength (Greece)
A farmer lay on his deathbed,
and worried about the future of his farm.
He had three fine sons, all good farmers, and each would inherit a good piece
of land and the equipment with which to grow the crops to make the farm
prosper.
And yet, the boys were so
quarrelsome that the farmer feared that their disputes would interfere with the
husbandry of the farm.
Thus it was that he called
each son to him in turn.
To his eldest son, the farmer
said, “Go to the river, and bring back to me the two strongest reeds you find
growing there.”
His eldest son thought that
the request was a strange one, and offered to bring his father a cup of tea,
instead. But the father insisted, and so
the eldest son went to the river.
To his middle son, the farmer
said “Go to the river, and bring back to me the two strongest reeds you find
growing there.”
The middle son thought that
the request was a strange one, and offered to read to his father from a
favorite book instead. But the father
insisted, and so the middle son went to the river.
To his youngest son, the
farmer said “Go to the river, and bring back to me the two strongest reeds you
find growing there.”
The youngest thought that the
request was a strange one, but he said nothing, and went to the river.
When they returned, each with
two reeds, the father called all three boys before him.
“Choose the strongest of your
reeds and give it to me,” he commanded them.
Each young man chose a reed, and handed it to the father, who took each
reed in turn and broke it with two fingers.
“Now,” said the father in a
softer tone, “give me the other reed.”
Confused, the brothers each
surrendered their second reed. With
fingers no longer nimble, the old farmer carefully braided the three reeds into
a rope, and handed to the eldest son.
“Break it,” he
commanded. The eldest son pulled and
tugged on the braid, but could not break it.
The farmer gave the braid in turn to the middle son and then the
youngest, but they could not break it either.
Finally, the farmer said to
the young men, “This is how your lives will be.
If you stand alone, you will surely fall under the weight of
trouble. But if you work together, adversity
will never break you.”
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