The old man at the well had given me some words of advice. I didn’t comprehend their value at the time, but I am very glad that I remembered them in the heat of the moment.
When I came home from my journey, I saw my wife out in the garden with another man. I was about to shoot him with my bow and arrow when I remembered the old man saying, “Patience is the first step on the road to happiness.”
My wife kissed the man’s cheek, and my heart filled with a blind rage, but I remembered the old man’s words, “He wins who waits.”
“Mother,” said the young man, “Can you tell me nothing about my father?”