
This posted was inspired by a message entitled: Where I End
Rabbi Edwin Friedman tells the story of a man who had given much thought to what he wanted from life. One day the opportunity came for him to experience exactly the way of living he dreamed about. But the opportunity would only be available for a short time. It would not wait and it would not come again.
Eagerly the man started on his journey. Each time he thought about his goal, his heart beat quicker. He came to a bridge crossing the center of the town. The bridge spanned above a dangerous river. After starting across the bridge, he noticed someone coming from the opposite direction. The stranger had a rope about the length of 30 feet. Just as the two men met, the stranger said, "Pardon me, would you be so kind as to hold the end of the rope for me?" The man agreed without a thought.
Before he knew it the stranger jumped over the side of the bridge with the other end of the rope. "What are you trying to do?" he shouted to the stranger below. "Just hold tight," said the stranger. This is ridiculous, the man thought. He began trying to haul the other man in. Yet it was just beyond his strength to bring the other back to safety.
Again he yelled over the bridge, "Why did you do this?"
"If you let go, I will be lost," said the other.
"But I cannot pull you up," said the man at the top of the bridge.
"I am your responsibility," said the other.
"I did not ask for it," the man said.
"If you let go, I am lost," repeated the stranger.
The man began to look around for help, but there was none in sight.
Maybe I can tie the rope somewhere, he thought, but there was no way to get rid of his new found burden.
"Why did you do this?" he asked again. "Don't you see who you have done? What possible purpose could you have in mind?"
"Just remember," said the other, "my life is in your hands."
Now the man was perplexed. He reasoned within himself, If I let go, all my life I will know that I let this other man die. If I stay, I risk losing my momentum toward my own long-sought-after salvation. Either way this will haunt me forever.
As time went by, still no one came. The man became keenly aware that it was almost too late to resume his journey. If he didn't leave immediately, he wouldn't arrive in time. Finally, he devised a plan.
"Listen," he explained to the man hanging below, "I think I know how to save you." He mapped out the idea. The stranger could climb back up by wrapping the rope around him. Loop by loop, the rope would become shorter. But the dangling man had no interest in the idea.
"I don't think I can hang on much longer," warned the man on the bridge.
"You must try," appealed the stranger. "If you fail, I die."
Suddenly a new idea struck the man on the bridge. It was different and even alien to his normal way of thinking.
"I want you to listen carefully," he said, "because I mean what I am about to say." The dangling man indicated that he was listening.
"I will not accept the position of choice for your life, only for my own; I hereby give back the position of choice for your own life to you."
"What do you mean?" the other asked, afraid.
"I mean, simply, it's up to you. You decide which way this ends. I will become the counterweight. You do the pulling and bring yourself up. I will even tug some from here." He unwound the rope from around his waist and braced himself to be a counterweight. He was ready to help as soon as the dangling man began to act.
"You cannot mean what you say," the other shrieked." You would not be so selfish. I am your responsibility. What could be so important that you would let someone die? Do not do this to me."
After a long pause, the man on the bridge uttered slowly, "I accept your choice." In voicing those words, he freed his hands and continued his journey over the bridge.
Are you the man dangling from the rope or the man holding the rope?