A Blind Man Crossing a Bridge.
There was once a blind man crossing a plank bridge over a dry stream. His foot slipped. He caught hold of the boards with his hands, crying, ‘ What shall I do? I shall surely be drowned.’ A passer-by told him there was nothing to fear if he jumped down. But he still hung there, shouting his throat dry. By and by his hands gave way. He dropped a foot on to dry ground. Then he laughed, saying, ‘ What a fool I was to hang on there so long.’