So there’s this story or proverb that involves, a man, his faith, a flood, and his life. I’m not sure of its origins and while I could do some extensive research, perhaps that’s best left for the reader of this to do if he/she wishes. How does the story go?
A man has been in his home for days. Stormy weather, rain, and downpours are quickly flooding everything. As the days pass by the man is forced onto his roof to escape the incoming waters. He prays continually to God. He holds steadfast in his faith and knows that God will save him. As time passes by a man approaches with a boat. He’s a neighbor and says to the man, “Quickly, get inside my boat.” The man replies, “No, I will wait here. I have faith. I pray to God and he will save me.” With this, his neighbor leaves. A fisherman comes around next and the same occurs. The man holds steadfast in his faith and he refuses the help once again. If you’d believe it, a helicopter comes by next and this man refuses help a third time. He holds to his faith and the incoming flood kills me. He drowns…
When he gets to Heaven he walks to God and asks him if he heard his prayers. Why didn’t he save him? God replies, “I sent your neighbor, the fisherman, and the helicopter. What more would you have me do?”
There are two major morals to be taken from this story. One is of course religious, but the other one agnostic. From a religious standpoint, God provides us with opportunities to help ourselves. Miracles are the result of opportunities that are embraced. From an agnostic standpoint, though the story is religious in nature, we need to help ourselves and not expect things to fall from the sky.
What do I take from this?
All it takes is one chance, one opportunity to change the course of a life and when that opportunity presents itself, it is more important than whatever occured to necessitate the opportunity in the first place.
Further, stories like this are ones that should be reevaluated from time to time. Meaning is derived from experience and as that experience goes so does the meaning you once interpreted. There’s a place for contention, but sometimes there’s a place for acceptance.