(short story)

Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a man named John. John was a well-respected member of the community, known for his generosity and kindness. He always went out of his way to help those in need, and his reputation as a good Samaritan was well-deserved.

One day, the village was struck by a terrible drought. Crops withered, animals died, and the villagers began to panic. They all turned to John for help, knowing that he was the only one who could save them.

John, being the generous man that he was, decided to help in the only way he knew how. He gathered all of his possessions, sold them, and used the money to buy a large barrel of water.

He placed the barrel in the center of the village and announced that he would share it with everyone. The villagers were overjoyed and grateful for John’s kindness.

But as the days went by, it became clear that the barrel of water was not enough to sustain the entire village. People began to argue and fight over who would get to drink from it. John tried to calm them down, but his efforts were in vain.

In the end, the villagers turned on John, accusing him of causing more harm than good. They chased him out of the village, and John was forced to wander the countryside alone.

As he walked, John couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. He had tried to help the villagers, but they had turned on him in the end. It was ironic, really, that his kindness had led to his downfall.

And so, John continued on his journey, knowing that he had done the right thing, even if the villagers didn’t see it that way.