Keeper of the
Spring
The
late Peter Marshall was an eloquent speaker and for several years served as the
chaplain of the US Senate. He used to love to tell the story of the
"Keeper of the Spring," a quiet forest dweller who lived high above
an Austrian village along the eastern slope of the Alps.
The old gentleman
had been hired many years earlier by a young town councilman to clear away the
debris from the pools of water up in the mountain crevices that fed the lovely
spring flowing through their town. With faithful, silent regularity, he
patrolled the hills, removed the leaves and branches, and wiped away the silt
that would otherwise have choked and contaminated the fresh flow of water. The
village soon became a popular attraction for vacationers. Graceful swans
floated along the crystal clear spring, the mill wheels of various businesses
located near the water turned day and night, farmlands were naturally
irrigated, and the view from restaurants was picturesque beyond description.
Years
passed. One evening the town council met for its semiannual meeting. As they
reviewed the budget, one man's eye caught the salary figure being paid the
obscure keeper of the spring. Said the keeper of the purse, "Who is the
old man? Why do we keep him on year after year? No one ever sees him. For all
we know, the strange ranger of the hills is doing us no good. He isn't
necessary any longer." By a unanimous vote, they dispensed with the old
man's services.
For
several weeks, nothing changed.
By
early autumn, the trees began to shed their leaves. Small branches snapped of
and fell into the pools, hindering the rushing flow of sparkling water. One
afternoon someone noticed a slight yellowish-brown tint in the spring. A few
days later, the water was much darker. Within another week, a slimy film
covered sections of the water along the banks, and a foul odor was soon
detected. The mill wheels moved more slowly, some finally ground to a halt.
Swans left, as did the tourists. Clammy fingers of disease and sickness reached
deeply into the village.
Quickly,
the embarrassed council called a special meeting. Realizing their gross error
in judgment, they rehired the old keeper of the spring, and within a few weeks,
the veritable river of life began to clear up. The wheels started to turn, and
new life returned to the hamlet in the Alps.
Never
become discouraged with the seeming smallness of your task, job, or life. Cling
fast to the words of Edward Everett Hale: "I am only one, but still I am
one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot
do everything, I will not refuse to do something I can do. " The key to
accomplishment is believing that what you can do will make a difference.
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