Brothers.

"Once there were two men, they were as close as brothers.
They were childhood friends, growing up together in the same village.
Eventually they grew up and one of them went to a more developed village to work.

One day, the man who departed received terrible news. His mother was dying and needed
medication from his new village. He bought them and rushed back.

While crossing the only bridge that connects his home village with the world, he saw his friend crossing over from his village. His friend, carrying his pregnant wife who was going into labor and require medical assistant not found in his village, was as anxious and devastated as he himself.

On that one man bridge, the only bridge connecting their home village and the world, one seeking to return to his mother's side, another with his family on his back. Neither can afford to turn back, for it'll be too late.
Oh dear merciful god, what should they do..."

I had an epiphany this morning as i lie on my bed:

One must act for the other and trust that the other act for him as though they are his own family. :) How many times will we find ourselves in the same situation as the brothers, only to think of saving ourselves and sacrificing the other? If only we know trust, we can heal the world.