A man rode his donkey along the hot dusty Damascus road. Behind him, walked his pregnant wife, carrying their worldly goods and the new born baby that cried for attention from its over laden mother.
The man kept a punishing pace, his wife struggled to keep up, the weight of the goods she carried making every step a painful reminder of the blisters on her feet.
They came to a cross roads, and stopping for a moment, were approached by a good Samaritan.
The Samaritan asked the man; "Why sir, are you riding a donkey, and your pregnant wife is walking with the burden of child and goods"?
The man looked down at the Samaritan from his donkey, paused a while in thought, and said; "Well, the reason she is walking, and I'm riding, is simple....she hasn't got a fukin donkey".
That story, holds a very powerful message for us all.
If a woman can't get off her arse, and go to work, why the fuck should a man pay for her donkey?
The Rev Smithington-Smythe
