Once upon a time, near the coastal edge of a village, there lived a farmer whose life depended entirely on his field. The land was fertile, but the skies were unpredictable. Floods and hurricanes visited often, and each time, they brought fear, damage, and sleepless nights.
The farmer knew he couldn’t manage alone.
He needed help—not just to sow and reap,
but to protect what he had built when the winds turned wild.
🧑🌾 The Search for a Helping Hand
He interviewed many—strong men, clever boys, experienced workers.
None felt right.
Then one day, a lean, sorrowful-looking boy came asking for work.
The farmer hesitated.
Could this boy handle the storms?
But with no better option, he agreed.
The boy accepted—with one strange condition:
“When the storm comes, I sleep deeply.
Other times, I’ll work as needed.”
🌩️ The Night of the Storm
Weeks passed.
One night, the skies roared.
Rain lashed the earth.
Floodwaters rose.
The farmer woke in panic and rushed to the boy’s hut.
He found him fast asleep—just as he had warned.
Frustrated, the farmer ran to the field,
expecting chaos.
Instead, he found peace.
- The crops were secured.
- The animals were sheltered.
- The chicks were boxed safely.
- Every task had already been done.
🌿 The Realization
The farmer stood in the rain,
not with fear, but with awe.
The boy had prepared everything before the storm.
He didn’t scramble in panic—because he had planned with care.
And in that moment, the farmer understood:
Preparedness is better than worry.
Action before chaos is wisdom.
And deep sleep in a storm is earned—not gifted.
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