Once upon a time there was a young, sickly little boy who watched his world turn upside down as the stream in the front of his home dried to a swamp. At one time, it was teeming with life, but that was before the mudslide that left his father dead and him unable to walk without a cane. They had lived on the banks of this stream for most of their lives and the mother had no plan on moving. She supposed she would dig a deep well and they would continue to live near the swamp. One day, the little boy heard the voice of God tell him to go to the top of the mountain and he would restore the river. With his word, the little boy grabbed his cane, left a note on the door for his mother and went to the base of the mountain to climb it to the top. It took him six months to get there and he arrived in the dead of winter. He built a shelter and rested. On the sixth day at the top, he petitioned God for instructions for he had reached the top, yet did not know what to do once he got there. He heard God say to find a rock the size of an orange and roll it in the snow. He did. Then God said to roll it again. He did. When it got big enough, God said to roll it down the mountain. He did. By this time the stone was able to roll by itself. It rolled down the mountain and out of sight. After the winter had passed, the young boy made it down the mountain with the spring thaw. When he got home, the river was deep and blue and was running full of fish. He asked his mother how it happened and she told him that a boulder, the size of the sun came down the mountain leveling trees and blazing a deep ravine. When it rested, it melted and filled the ravine with water. The fish began to thrive and the animals who lived on them came back. The boy smiled and put on his swimming clothes. Through careful calculation he dove into the water and pulled out the stone that solved the problem. Never underestimate momentum.
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