Thursday, May 10, 2007

Lesson to remember

Mouse Story ...

A mouse looked through the c rack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.

"What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered - he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning.

"There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you but it is of no consequence to me.

I cannot be bothered by it."

The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The pig sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers."

The mouse turned to the cow and said, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose."

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap-- alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.

The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.
The snake bit the farmer's wife.

The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever.

Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.

But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock.

To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.

The farmer's wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.

The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.

So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you, remember -- when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.

We are all involved in this journey called life.

We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.



One of the best things to hold onto in this world is a friend .



astoriasand said...

Too true Lisa.I loved the story of the little mouse,very good .What a great way to get this point over to people.Well Done (Clap -Clap) Thanx for sharing.Have a great day Kath

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queeniemart said...

WOW, awesome story. LOVE it, Lisa. It is true. We all need to band together and be there for each other, no matter what.
love you pretty lady,

my78novata said...

good one

glensfork4 said...

Love it, I am gonna copy & paste it and email to some friends...thank you for sharing.


ceilisundancer said...

Web of life.  "Random thread" ha.

kamdghwmw said...

I do hold on to my friends very tight! I do hope that you have a GREAT day

gehi6 said...

I got your point which kind of made me smile, too, in this story.  Yes, I do think that caregiving can become onerous to people maybe not strong enough mentally to adjust to the limitations of the other.  Pierre's sisters expressed thankfulness over and over that Pierre and his wife divorced before he got lung cancer.  They said she would not have treated him well, but he says you are doing a wonderful job and we are so grateful.  But I can tell you I would have had to ask for the help of hospice to take him if it had gone on longer than it did.  My strength was starting to fail me after a year of deterioration before diagnosis.  I think of you often knowing that this problem is one that troubles you ongoing from time to time.  It is probably not going to get solved easily, because of the decisons and changes it would require with any other resolution than just trying to go on.  I hope very much it will not be too tough for you in the weeks and months to come.  Gerry

pharmolo said...

Valid point behind this allegory, Lisa :-)