Friday, 23 July 2010

The Mousetrap

Yesterday in the course of about thirty minutes I heard a variety of people say, “It is nothing to do with me,” or words to that effect. It seems we no longer care about our fellow human beings. I also discovered somebody is making a lot of money selling friends on a website. You pay a fee and get a friend to accompany you wherever you wish to go with a friend.

Reminds me of this interesting tale. Sorry if it is slightly long.

A mouse, who lived on a farm, looked through the crack 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.

He ran from the house in alarm squeaking, “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! 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 are all in this journey together. This is the way of Tao. Or as another said whatever you do to the least………

Please forgive if this sounds like preaching but I only put here what I am feeling .
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  1. Aw poor wee mouse. Glad I'm not alone.

  2. Wonderful story. Went perfect with my morning coffee! Isn't it so true? We are much more connected than we care to admit. The "connection" part is what I think makes it fun. We can learn so much by sharing with one another...

  3. So glad you enjoyed Susan I was kind of feeling I was going on a bit too long today. But you know my why use ten words when you can find twenty to say the same thing.

  4. I stand in total agreement with your thoughts this a.m., Ralph. Well said.

  5. Sigh... If everybody everywhere would just read your blog in the morning, I truly believe the world would be a better place! Wonderful story!

  6. Good Morning Ralph, I slept 12 hours last night!
    Personally, the longer your blogs the more to digest, so I like them long! This story is told in lots of different ways and any way it is told it is true. We ignored it then and we ignore it now. What happens if we get to the Pearly Gates and the question is: "Who did you help?"

  7. If everybody everywhere read my blogs I just might get big headed and then the blogs would not be nearly so meaningfull to me and I suspect you.