Once upon a time there were two carpenters; framers to be precise. Each day they would arrive at the building site to pound nails, erect walls. The first, a glum man, was asked what he was doing. “I hammer nails,” he replied, looking sour. “Every day, hammer nails and more nails. Day in, day out, hammering nails. I hammer nails, I get paid.” His was a monochrome life.
The second carpenter was posed the same question. His eyes were alive as he drove each nail and erected the wall and put it in place. “I’m building a hospital!” he exclaimed. “In this hospital people of our town will have access to the latest medical care.” Read the rest of this entry »