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There was once a gentle Chinese man who was a servant to a very evil master. This master was very fat, and ate the finest foods available in western China.
He ate seven times each day, and insisted that each meal be prepared fresh. He demanded his servant to go on seven separate trips each day, so that his food did not lose any earth energy.
The gentle Chinese man had been born to a servant mother and servant father who had both been killed, and he was determined to be a better servant than both of them. He worked long hours, walking many miles each day with a yoke on his back, searching for food and herbs to feed the bottomless pit that was his master. After half a lifetime, on a blisteringly hot day, the gentle Chinese man decided to cheat. Instead of taking seven trips back and forth, he decided to take only one.
The weight of seven meals took a great toll on the gentle Chinese man, and his back began to ache. He set down the enormous amount of exotic foods that he had gathered, and slumped down beside a beautiful river. As the water flowed over the shiny rocks, he began to contemplate life. “If I do not bring my master food, he will not eat. If he does not eat, he will starve. If he starves, he will surely die.” This the gentle Chinese man had never realized, not until just now. Not a moment after he had pondered that very interesting thought, a small boat approached the shallow part of the river where he was seated.
There was a mother and two small children aboard. The mother looked at the gentle Chinese man with big clear eyes and asked if he had any food to spare, as her and her little ones hadn’t eaten for two days. The sun had reached its highest point, and the master’s beady eyes were cloudy with hate. He had missed his first two meals, and barely had the strength to speak. The gentle Chinese man had to decide who he was going to give his harvest to. He was torn. If he returned to his master, he would continue feeding him until he died. If he provided for this starving family, they would soon be able to life a full and beautiful life.
He decided to join the starving family on their small boat, taking with him the enormous amount of fresh foods. As he flowed in the opposite direction of his master, his mental shackles were destroyed. He felt freedom for the first time in his life. It was so overwhelming that he cried. His former master died because he was too fat to feed himself.
The gentle Chinese man married the woman whom he had saved. After she had showered and eaten and put on new clothes, she was the most beautiful women in all of China. The two little ones grew up to become great rich ambassadors, who let wealth flow through them to all who needed it. The gentle Chinese man had many days to sit by the river and contemplate, and more questions came to him, and he listened to all that the river had to say, for he was the river translator.