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Published on: Jul 14, 2009

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Type: Short Stories

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There is a man I know who lives within 15 miles of me, in the same cloud forest as I. At 87 years of age, his body and life have been tattered by many an injury. He will not stop, not for a moment during his time awake, to rest. He says that if he rested he would only slow down even more. He also believes that if he passes this energy on to his next man it will be understood that this time is short, and he and we must accomplish what we will in that short time.

This man is of the fields and the crops which yield him and his neighbours as much food as the weather will allow. There is no machinery that will do the job for him. He takes his time and makes it a pleasure, as he sees the crops unfold into a newly sprouting meal. If the burden of a drought or a flood takes fold of all his work, he will work again, from dawn until the dead of night when he can no longer see what he is trying to accomplish. But he will know what he is doing.

At night-fall, he retreats grudgingly from this never-ending toil. Then he enters a cold cabin that will be warmed with a soup that has been made over the past many weeks. Now, with pain in the entirety of his body, he falls asleep. And tomorrow he will thank his good Lord for that sleep that allows him to start a new day in the same fashion.

It has been ascertained that he will always be known to all as his picture will forever be on the internet.

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by Timothy G. Branfalt Sr.
Published on: Jul 14, 2009
Topic:
Type: Short Stories
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=25591


There is a man I know who lives within 15 miles of me, in the same cloud forest as I. At 87 years of age, his body and life have been tattered by many an injury. He will not stop, not for a moment during his time awake, to rest. He says that if he rested he would only slow down even more. He also believes that if he passes this energy on to his next man it will be understood that this time is short, and he and we must accomplish what we will in that short time. This man is of the fields and the crops which yield him and his neighbours as much food as the weather will allow. There is no machinery that will do the job for him. He takes his time and makes it a pleasure, as he sees the crops unfold into a newly sprouting meal. If the burden of a drought or a flood takes fold of all his work, he will work again, from dawn until the dead of night when he can no longer see what he is trying to accomplish. But he will know what he is doing. At night-fall, he retreats grudgingly from this never-ending toil. Then he enters a cold cabin that will be warmed with a soup that has been made over the past many weeks. Now, with pain in the entirety of his body, he falls asleep. And tomorrow he will thank his good Lord for that sleep that allows him to start a new day in the same fashion. It has been ascertained that he will always be known to all as his picture will forever be on the internet. « return.