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                       Never Too Busy


It was a bitter cold evening in northern Virginia many years ago. The old
man's beard was glazed by winter's frost while he waited for a ride
across the river. The wait seemed endless.

His body became numb and stiff from the frigid north wind. He heard the
faint, steady rhythm of approaching hooves galloping along the frozen
path. Anxiously, he watched as several horsemen rounded the bend. He
let the first one pass by without any effort to get his attention. Then
another passed by, and another. Finally, the last rider neared the spot
where the old man sat like a snow statue. As this one drew near, the old
man caught the rider's eye and said, "Sir, would you mind giving an old
man a ride to the other side? There doesn't appear to be a passageway
by foot." Reining his horse, the rider replied, "Sure thing. Hop aboard."
Seeing the old man was unable to lift his half-frozen body from the
ground, the horseman dismounted and helped the old man onto the horse.

The horseman took the old man not just across the river, but to his
destination, which was just a few miles away. As they neared the tiny
but cozy cottage, the horseman's curiosity caused him to inquire, "Sir, I
notice that you let several other riders pass by without making any effort
to secure a ride. Then I came up and you immediately asked me for a
ride. I'm curious why, on such a bitter winter night, you would wait and
ask the last rider. What if I had refused and left you there?"

The old man lowered himself slowly down from the horse, looked the rider
straight in the eyes, and replied, "I've been around these here parts for
some time. I reckon I know people pretty good." The old-timer continued,
"I looked into the eyes of the other riders and immediately saw there
was no concern for my situation. It would have been useless even to ask
them for a ride. But when I looked into your eyes, kindness and
compassion were evident. I knew, then and there, that your gentle spirit
would welcome the opportunity to give me assistance in my time of need."

Those heartwarming comments touched the horseman deeply. "I'm most
grateful for what you have said," he told the old man. "May I never get
too busy in my own affairs that I fail to respond to the needs of others
with kindness and compassion."

With that, Thomas Jefferson, President of the United States, turned his
horse around and made his way back to the White House.

From Brian Cavanaugh's The Sower's Seeds