The McCarty Metro - My Final Thought

by Kelly McCarty
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Hello to all our McCarty Metro readers. Congratulations on making it through this scary issue to the final page. September was a very busy month, starting with Chris and Amanda's Michigan wedding reception at the Metro HQ. We had over 130 friends, relatives and Metro invitees join us on just a beautiful late summer evening. Thank you to all that were able to come and celebrate with the newlyweds. I know Margaret and I enjoyed seeing a lot of old friends.

But summer is behind us, and on to my favorite season of autumn, and October is my favorite month. The cool weather, beautiful tree colors, and the traditions and fun of Halloween all bring back fond memories of my youth.

I would also like to welcome some new subscribers this month. To Jennifer, Dan, Josh, and Lynn, welcome to our family. Remember to invite your family and friends to join us. Here is a link to sign up.

This month's final thought is a story. Don't worry kids, it's not a scary story to tell by the campfire, but hopefully teaches a valuable life lesson.

Build Me A Fence

Once upon a time, two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery and trading labor and goods as needed without a hitch. Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence.

One morning there was a knock on John's door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter's toolbox. "I'm looking for a few days' work," he said. "Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there. Could I help you?" "Yes," said the older brother, "I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbor, in fact, it's my younger brother. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I'll go him one better. See that pile of lumber curing by the barn? I want you to build me a fence - an 8-foot fence so I won't see his place anymore. Cool him down, anyhow."

The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger, and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you." The older brother had to go to town for supplies, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and the he was off for the day.

The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing and nailing. About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job. The farmer's eyes opened wide - his jaw dropped. There was no fence at all. It was a bridge - a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work with handrails and all. And the neighbor, his younger brother was coming across with his hand outstretched. "You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and done." The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each other's hand. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder.

"No, wait! Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you," said the older brother. "I'd love to stay on," the carpenter said, "but I have many more bridges to build."

Have A Great Month... and why not tear down a fence or two and build a bridge.