...he was a very happy and self-satisfied man; a man who needed nothing from anyone else.
But he got this notion to move west and establish a special place for him and his wife. And so he did!... with hundreds and thousands of acres of pristine land, a bonanza of wonderful things!
As he and his wife lived there, others heard about this incredible place, and asked to move there, and in his beneficience and generosity he invited anyone and everyone to join his community: free land, plenty of food, no fears, life abundant.
As this idyllic community developed, avenues and streets were made, so that everyone could easily get around to meet with each other.
But it became apparent to this happy man that there were certain hazards associated with these avenues and streets: There would be accidents! So, in his wisdom, he advised to the now-large community that some sort of ambulance service be established, for the sake of everyone.
However, one of his own sons (on the city council) took issue with that proposal, saying: "How shall we pay for this service?"
And the majority agreed, and the ambulance service was rejected.
Well, on a certain wintery day, this happy man was standing at a street-corner in his wonderful community, and lo-and-behold! A hit-and-run driver smashes into a lady, who lies bleeding to death on the sub-zero asphalt.
And this happy man decides to stand back, with his stop-clock in hand, to tick off the time it takes for someone to arrive and help this hapless dying lady.
When the corpse is dutifully inserted into the bodybag, the police very adamantly demand of that happy man: "Why didn't you do anything? Why didn't you even so much as put your very warm coat over her? If you had done even that little thing, you might well have saved her from death!!"
He said: "I was simply trying to prove that my son was wrong, and you all should have taken my advice."