Have you heard the story about a man who had a donkey? The man didn’t have much, but he had a donkey. One day, the donkey fell into an old abandoned well on the farm. The donkey, being a donkey, kicked and kicked. When that didn’t seem to help, it brayed and brayed. It kicked up a fuss and made a terrible commotion, but no one came to help it.
The donkey was exhausted and resting wearily against the side of the well, when its owner first noticed it was missing. The owner became concerned as to the whereabouts of his donkey. He searched everywhere he could think of. He could not find his donkey. He went to the neighbours and enlisted their help in the search. They searched everywhere. No luck. The donkey appeared to be missing for good.
The neighbours gathered in the man’s farmyard and tried to console him. It was then that one of the men looked down into the old, abandoned well and saw the missing donkey. The men spent the rest of the day and most of the night trying to get a rope around the donkey stuck at the bottom of the deep well. They were unable to accomplish such a feat. They felt defeated. The owner of the donkey felt terrible.
They assembled for a meeting. The wisest among them suggested that they fill the abandoned well in with dirt. It was true this would bury the unfortunate donkey, but it would prevent the same tragedy from befalling others-perhaps one of their children. It was agreed that this would be the plan they would follow.
The men took turns throwing a shovel full of dirt into the hole.
The owner felt terrible for the donkey. He felt terrible for himself and his loss. He didn’t have much, but he always had a donkey. Now he wouldn’t even have that.
Once the first shovel of dirt hit the donkey, the animal found renewed energy. It brayed even louder than he had before. The men turned their eyes from one another and pretended not to hear the donkey’s pleadings. As more and more dirt fell into the hole, the donkey began to understand the hopelessness of its situation. It began to give up.
Then it happened. The donkey realized that the dirt was a gift. With each scoop of dirt that fell into the well, the donkey shook off any that landed on it and then took a step up onto the top of the pile of dirt forming at the bottom of the well. More dirt, another shake and another step up.
The men kept shovelling; certain that they were burying the poor donkey. After much shovelling, the men were quite surprised to see the donkey, looking right straight at them. It was standing on top of all that dirt that had been dropped on it.