“The Caliph Haroon-al-Raschid, being one day at the chase, met an old man who was planting a tree.
‘What a fool is this old man!’ said the Caliph to his suite; ‘He acts as if he were still a youth, and were to enjoy the fruits of that tree.”
As his followers likewise made a jest of the old man, the Caliph approached him, and asked him what age he was.
‘Eighty years complete, my lord; and I am, thank God, still as well as a man of thirty.’
‘How much longer dost thou think to live,’ continued the Caliph, ‘that thou plantest, at an age so advanced, young trees which bear so tardy fruit? Why thus give thyself a useless occupation?’
‘My lord,’ answered the old man, ‘I shall be contented when I shall have planted these trees, without troubling myself to think whether I shall enjoy their fruits or not. It is just that we should do as our fathers have done: they planted trees whose fruits we eat: since we have profited by the toil of our fathers, why should we be, for our successors, less provident than our fathers have been for us? I consider, that which the parent cannot enjoy, the son will gather.’
The generous Haroon, whom this answer pleased, gave the old man a handful of gold pieces.
‘Who now can say,’ continued the joyful old man, ‘that I have labored uselessly this day, since the young tree, though just now planted, bears already such fine fruit? The saying is just, that he who does good is always richly recompensed.’”
Jeff knew that photo shop, in prior instances, had saved some of his hobby work.
In one instance he had a picture of his mother and somehow it had become overlain with a blue matrix. He was able to undo the problem.
“Maybe I can undo this page of my technical notebook” he thought.
Jeff picked up his notebook and headed home to all his photo equipment and software.
After a few frustrating hours he was successful. He had two clear pictures.
One was a picture of his lost technical notes and the other a picture of beautiful Arabian women drawing water at a well.
He took a few minutes to re-write his notes on a clean page of his technical notebook.
As he proceeded with that task he noticed an error in his work. The formula he was working with would never meet his goal of creating a new and exciting method of birth control; which Big Pharma was going to introduce as “The Magic Ring.”
Jeff had a strange feeling about writing in his technical notebook. It seemed to hold an omen.
Jeff grabbed a clean sheet of lined paper from a nearby desk. He corrected the formula on the clean sheet and a clear answer to his goals was now obvious.
Jeff was elated!
He had been recompensed for his diligent efforts in Big Pharma’s lab and also in his photo lab.
TOMORROW: 12. Hypocrisy