There was an old poor man in a far away country. He lost his family, his wife and children. Although his friends tried to comfort him, the old man never spoke a word. Weeks, months, and years soon past. His friends started to neglect him because of his unpleasant appearance. One by one his friends left him alone. The old man eventually lost his home and only possessed a book and the clothes on his back.
More years past and the old man was soon forgotten by the whole village. Around this time, the small village began to grow in its farming due to the favorable weather. Unfortunately, a neighboring city soon took notice. They immediately sent a decree to the elders of the village to give more produce to the city. The elders were distraught by the new law. They decided it was wise to do as they were told. As a result the village increased the hours of labor.
Months later, another law was made which made the prosperous village give up even more produce. The elders decided to ignore the law. The neighboring city soon got word of this, and a day later an army was sent to the village to steal their produce and other possessions.
The elders of the village gathered the people from all tribes and tried to come up with a plan. Unfortunately, the village had very few resources to fight off an attack. They began to prepare for the worst. When the army arrived the village tribes began to disperse and hide, but a perimeter of army men surrounded them.
At this time, a very feeble gray haired man limped gently with his cain in front of the men’s horses. He padded one of the horses and held the bridle of the other. One of the soldier’s spoke up and demanded the old man to leave or die with the rest of the village.
The old man asked him why he looked so angry? The man immediately got off the horse and pulled out his sword. He grabbed the old man by his shirt and placed the blade on his neck. The poor old man looked at him in the eyes and asked him again why he was so angry?
The soldier was stopped by the commander of the army. Shortly after, the old man picked up his cain and began to converse with the leader. From afar stood the elders. They began to peak out of their houses. The mood of the army men began to change. Then about ten minutes later the battalion of troops cleared out just as fast as they came.
The whole village reappeared and began to rejoice and celebrate in the dusty streets. The poor old man just simply walked off and was unseen in the crowd. Many claimed “what’s-his-name” saved the village. The elders even started to make legends and fairy-tales about him.
What they didn’t know was that the old man was the one they casted off years ago. Even though the poor man saved the people, they soon forgot about him again and continued on with farming.
There was a little city with few men in it; and a great king came against it, besieged it, and built great snares around it. Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city. Yet no one remembered that same poor man.
Then I said:
“Wisdom is better than strength.
Nevertheless the poor man’s wisdom is despised,
And his words are not heard.”