The Thrift of Strength

Fables by Aesop

A WEAK Man going down-hill met a Strong Man going up, and said:

"I take this direction because it requires less exertion, not from
choice. I pray you, sir, assist me to regain the summit."

"Gladly," said the Strong Man, his face illuminated with the glory
of his thought. "I have always considered my strength a sacred
gift in trust for my fellow-men. I will take you along with me.
Just get behind me and push."

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