The Swamp and The Tractor In a dense forest lived a swamp that was always depressed, gloomy and unhappy with his lot in life. One day, a happy tractor came to the forest and saw the sad swamp. They spoke and the swamp said he was miserable and asked for help. "I'm tired of being an old gloopey swamp," he said, among other complaints. "Is there anything I could do?" asked the happy tractor, who was now worried for his new friend. "Well, if you really want to help, you could shovel some dirt into me and then I would dry up and stop being a swamp." "What a good idea, said the tractor." So, for the next several hours and in fact, the entire day, the tractor worked very hard digging dirt and putting in into the swamp. The swamp said it wasn't working, "I don't think you are shoveling fast enough, 'cause there is no difference," he said. Several days went by and the tractor worked harder and harder, while the swamp slept. Still, the status of the swamp remained the same. In fact, many times the swamp complained and grumbled about the tractor's poor effort and lack of real caring. The tractor got weaker and weaker. In time, the tractor literally worked himself to death and slowly sank into the wet, muddy swamp. Today, there is no evidence that the tractor had ever been there at all. The swamp remains a swamp and waits for the next tractor to come along and save him from himself. Questions: What choices did the tractor have? Might he have helped the swamp a little and then chose to leave? Could the swamp had tried to help himself? Sad story huh? It really makes me think. Thoughts?