While driving around we checked on old wells, about two years old. None had broken down but they did have some concrete problems. They were told that they had to fix the concrete because dirty water was going into the earth, contaminating their clean water. When Jim told them to fix it themselves, they could not seem to get the concept that it was theirs to fix. He saw a young boy with a radio and asked the boy to give it to him. The boy was reluctant but finally did. Jim asked the people whose radio was this? They all said it was his, because the boy had given it to him. Right. Well, what if this radio needs new batteries? Can I just ask the boy to give them to me? No, they said, it belonged to Jim, not the boy. Right, Jim said, it belongs to me now so I have to fix it myself. Now then, who does this well belong to? To me or to you? It belongs to us of course. So, then who should fix it? Oh, they finally understood! |
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