The Thrift of Strength A WEAK Man going down-hill met a Strong Man going up, and said: "I take this direction because it requires less exertion, not from choice. I pray you, sir, assist me to regain the summit." "Gladly," said the Strong Man, his face illuminated with the glory of his thought. "I have always considered my strength a sacred gift in trust for my fellow-men. I will take you along with me. Just get behind me and push."
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