The Worker
There was a man who lived in a big house. It was
painted white, had big windows with gold around the edge of them, and a big
wooden door. His garden was very precious, with fresh cut grass, lots of trees,
a swimming pool, and a large lake with a fountain.
Everyday this man had to go to work. He would leave
the house at 6am, and get back at 10pm each night. When he got home he would be
very, very tired. So tired that he didn’t have the time to go out and meet any
friends.
One rainy day the working man was driving to work in
his expensive car. He noticed another man standing near to the kerb. The
standing man had a sad face, his clothes looked dirty and ripped, with many
holes in. His hair was wet and slopped down over his eyes.
The working man felt sorry for the other man. He
stopped his car and wound down the electric window.
“Would you like a lift?”, he asked the rain soaked
man.
“Yes please” replied the other man.
He got into the car and the two men began to chat.
They talked about their different lives.
The working man asked, “Where are you going to ?”
“I’m meeting my friends at the soup kitchen” replied
the rain soaked man. “Each day I wake up and make my way to the soup kitchen.
We haven’t got jobs, we don’t have any money, so we sit and chat to each other
all day long”
Hearing this, the working man told the rain soaked
man that he could not stop at the soup kitchen, but would be able to stop
around the corner.
The rain soaked man got out of the car and began to
make his way to the soup kitchen.
The working man drove off, and arrived at work. He
went into his lonely office and sat alone at his desk. He worked alone all
morning, then had his lunch, alone, in his office. At the end of the day he
left work and returned home tired and exhausted.
He sat down alone in his living room, and thought
about what the rain soaked man had said about spending all day with his
friends.
The morale of this story is “A poor, free man is
better off than a rich, trapped man”