A story . . .
There was a tribe many moons ago who lived together as one. One day a young scout returned in a frantic state, calling all together to follow him. The followed the path of the scout who travelled by the stars to a cavern. In his panic he explained he had heard a voice calling for help from deep within. The tribe people stood around listening when he finally asked, "What should we do?"
A wise old fisherman of the tribe stated, "I know what I should do, I should go fishing." The scout stared in exasperation at the reply.
The hunter shared, "I shall go hunting."
The farmer shared, "I shall go gather the harvest."
The woodsman shared, "I shall go gather the wood."
The cook shared, "I shall go prepare a feast."
One by one each shared what they shall go do from the rope maker, to the carpenter, to the matchmaker they left. All that remained with the scout was the healer, the teacher, and the outsider. They looked at one another and then nodded as they turned to follow the path back to the camp. The young scout stared in disbelief for he thought that someone would have a plan to rescue the voice from deep within the cavern, he exploded "Where are you going? Will no one rescue this poor lost soul?"
The outsider turned back to the young scout, "there is food waiting for a feast, come."
They returned to the main camp where the cook had prepared the fish, the meat, and the harvest from the gardens for all to receive their nourishment for the day. The rope maker gave the newly weaved rope, the carpenter the newly prepared ladder, and the matchmaker a match to ignite the fires to the outsider after the feast.
Without fanfare or even a spoken word, the outsider, the healer, and the teacher returned to the deep cavern. The outsider smiled as the healer whispered a prayer as the the descent down the deep cavern was made. The teacher and the healer remained vigilant at the edge waiting and whispering prayers.
There were times that one did not return from a cavern when they entered and all knew this, yet the healer and the teacher remained moon after moon. The outsider covered in mud and dirt, after allowing the eyes to adjust to the darkness trudged onward seeking out the voice of the lost. The stench overwhelming of the sulfer rising but it did not deter. Finally, finding the lost one who lay trapped. The outsider worked and worked to free the lost one. "I will not desert you, trust me."
Tying the newly weaved rope around the waist of the lost one so they should not become separated, the outsider lit the single match to now light their way back to the ladder. The slow climb upward to the bright light of the sun's rays blinding both the outsider and the lost one. The healer standing ready to heal the wounds both encountered in the long desperate journey. The teacher standing ready to teach the lost one how to see once more, to breath once more, and to find peace once more. They three worked together for a brief moment in time to help this lost one before returning to the camp.
A few moons passed when the young scout raced into the camp once more shouting, "Help there is another lost in a cavern, what shall we do?"
The farmer smiled and said, "I know what I shall do, I shall go fishing."
The moral of the story - be you a scout, a fisher, a cook, a teacher, or an outsider - without one, the other could not do their purpose of being.
Artwork is Nancy McGalliard's "Living Cavern"