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While the other townspeople bickered over the dwindling well water or looked for someone to blame, John went to work. He knew of an old legend—a subterranean spring deep within the , blocked by a massive rockfall decades ago.

John returned that evening, his clothes shredded and his hands bloodied, carrying nothing but his hammer. He didn’t ask for payment or a statue. He simply walked to his forge, drank a single ladle of water, and started a fire to finish a neighbor’s plowshare. john strong

The townsfolk feared the worst until a low rumble shook the valley floor. A thin ribbon of crystal-clear water began to snake its way down the parched creek bed. While the other townspeople bickered over the dwindling