A long time ago, in a gal ... you get the idea.
A benevolent man was making his pilgrimage to the Sardar Mountains. The journey had been long and his feet were tired, dusk was setting in but the brightness of the day had reddened his cheeks and blistered his lips. He reached for his bota of water. It was light, barely a few drops left but enough to provide some relief, but a cry of panic interrupted him and, aching feet an all, he went to investigate.
He found a small cluster of people circled around a woman and her child. The child had collapsed, her lips dry from a lack of water. The benevolent man entered the circle and knelt down besides the child, giving her the last of his water. At the same time another waved their arms manically.
"Give me the water" it screamed, eyes vacant and a crazed expression on its face. "The welfare of the child doesn't matter, I am more important, look at me... look at meeeeee."
Satisfied that the child would be able to continue the journey with some rest the benevolent man smiled a farewell and left to continue the journey.
Further along the path a rumble of the stomach alerted the benevolent man to the fact he hadn't eaten in a while. He reached into the small pack he had with him and found the last of his bread, crumbs to most, minimal at best. Raising one to his mouth he went to eat when a cry of panic interrupted him and, aching feet, parched lips and all, he went to investigate.
Once again he found a small cluster of people circled around. This time, however, a peasant sat in the path, his beast having collapsed with his load. "Please" said the peasant "I can't feed my family unless I can deliver my produce." Smiling kindly the benevolent man patted the beast on the head and gave his crumbs of bread to the peasant. At the same time another waved their arms manically.
"Give me the bread" it screamed, eyes vacant and a crazed expression on its face. "The welfare of the beast doesn't matter, I am more important, look at me... look at meeeeee."
Satisfied that the beast would be able to continue the journey with some rest the benevolent man smiled a farewell and left to continue the journey.
Some years later the benevolent man passed away in an unfortunate accident. A great funeral was held in his honour. A procession made it's way through the town. At the front of the procession was the Peasant and his beast. The beast, strong and healthy, pulled along a wagon that had been covered in flowers of well wishes, a movement of colour in the benevolent mans memory.
A reading was read out by a woman who years early had been a child that had been given nourishment for the last drops of water the benevolent man gave her. It was a moving tribute acknowledged by many who had come together to celebrate the life of the benevolent man. A man who had put the needs of others first. Finally, the man was laid to rest. A small memorial was constructed, positioned to catch the droplets of rain water from the tree above so that the ground would never know the dryness the benevolent man knew when he gave the last of his water away. Fruit grew on the tree, falling to ground around the memorial. The ground would never know the hunger the benevolent man had known.
Many made their visit to the memorial, laying their flowers and paying their respects. Recognising the contribution of the benevolent man. Yet none knew the name of the benevolent man, just his reputations, his acts of kindness, his ability to understand that by helping others he was helping more than just himself.
Approx. 50 yds away a second memorial stood. The grass around it overgrown where no-one had cared to tend to it.
"Look at me" were the words engraved. No-one looked. No-one cared.