There once was a land far, far away where a builder started off building one very special house. It wasn’t large but it was built perfectly. The house was built for a very special person. The son of the builder was to be born in this house, so it had to be set aside and special in every way. This son was told by the builder that he was the only one who could save the rest of the neighborhood from fire and destruction.
Soon new houses sprang up in the neighborhood and for some reason some of them hated the family that lived in the first house. They didn’t think that the son could save them from anything, much less fire. Plus they absolutely hated the family that the son came from.
Pretty soon a Mansion arose on the other side of the neighborhood. People in the mansion had the illusion that they were powerful. They called themselves a superpower. They proudly thought that they could control the neighborhood and control it they did.
The first house was having difficulty with some of it’s neighbors.It was a very tiny house when compared to the mansion. A couple of blocks over one of the houses threatened to build a bulldozer and level the first tiny house just because they didn’t like the family and had never met or believed in the son.
The people from the mansion got involved because of course they had to be involved in everything. That is the curse of being a superpower – you rarely take care of your own house because you are so intent on taking care of everyone else’s.
The leader of the mansion decided to have a meeting with the neighbor of the first house and form an agreement to slow down the building of the bulldozer.
“Slow down?” The leader of the first house exclaimed. “Why are they even allowed to start building the bulldozer in the first place?”
So the leader of the tiny first house walked with determination to the mansion and tried to reason with the leader of the mansion. The leader of the mansion said he couldn’t meet with the leader of the tiny house. The leader of the tiny house did not walk to the mansion on the right street, which was “policy and protocol.”
“This is my house and my family.” The leader of the first house said. I don’t want the bulldozer being built at all.”
The leader of the mansion turned a deaf ear. I mean coming down the right street is so much more important than protecting a tiny house from being bulldozed right?
Did I mention the first house was on the other side of the neighborhood from the mansion?
It is easy to turn a deaf ear when you can not hear the cries of little children as they are run over with a bulldozer.
So the leader of the tiny house went out to the garden of the mansion and spoke with the gardeners. None of which were invited to the meeting between the mansion leader and the house with the bulldozer plans.
The ending of this story is yet to be written but a wise soul would realize that bulldozer operators who think nothing about bulldozing tiny houses may think even less about bulldozing an enormous mansion.
