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Helping a Neighbor, or Not
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                  Seth was busy working on his four-wheeler for a trip into the
           mountains the next day with a group of mid-teen boys.  That was
           when his neighbor showed up.
                  “Good morning, Seth,” the neighbor said.
                  Seth, holding a couple of bolts in his mouth, nodded a
           greeting.
                  “Seth,” the neighbor continued, “could you do me a favor and
           drop my cows a bale of hay in their feeder tomorrow morning?  It
           won’t be hard.  You just need to fire up the old farmhand tractor, and
           I have already loaded a bale of hay on it.  Just drive it into the pasture
           and dump the bale in the feeder.”
                  Seth was leery of accepting the task.  The neighbor didn’t
           have the best equipment, and when Seth had worked for him before,
           something had always gone wrong.  Maybe the tractor wouldn’t start
           or something.  He didn’t want to miss meeting up with his friends
           and get left behind for the four-wheeling trip.
                  The neighbor must have sensed Seth’s concern.  He told of
           his desire to get away for a family gathering and ended by saying,
           “The old tractor runs like a top.”
                  Seth slowly nodded.  He knew how hard it was to get away
           when there were animals to feed.  Besides, what could go wrong with
           just dumping a single bale into a feeder?  The neighbor thanked him
           and headed on his way.
                  The next morning, Seth went to do the feeding early to have
           plenty of time before meeting the other guys.  At the neighbor’s
           house, everything was just as described.  The tractor was sitting by
           the gate with the one-ton bale loaded on the forks.
                  Seth opened the gate, fired up the tractor, and drove it toward
           the feeder.  The feeder was a fair distance across the pasture.  It sat
           about thirty yards from where the pasture dropped toward the river.
           Seth gunned the tractor to full speed to hurry and get the job done.
                  Seth hit the clutch and gently pushed on the brakes as he
           approached the feeder.  The clutch disengaged the engine from
           pushing the tractor forward, but the brakes didn’t seem to slow the
           tractor at all.  He pushed the brake pedal farther and farther until it


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