Once upon a time, there were two brothers who lived on neighboring farms, and one day they had a serious disagreement over the business. It was the first serious dispute in over forty years between the two farms, which had seamlessly shared everything from machinery and labor to property.

Thus, their long-standing cooperation broke down. What began as a small misunderstanding gradually grew into a great chasm, and years of harmony turned into weeks of silence and resentment after mutually unpleasant and hurtful words.

One morning, Nuri's door was knocked on by one of the brothers' doors. When he opened it, he saw a man with a carpenter's toolbox.

"I'm looking for work for a few days," the man said. "Perhaps you have a small job you can give me. Can I help you?"

“Yes,” said the older brother Nuri, “I have a special job for you. Take a look at the farm by the stream. That’s my neighbor, or rather, my brother who lives there. Last week there was a pasture between us, but he dug a streambed with his bulldozer, and now there’s a stream flowing between us. I know it for sure; he did it out of spite, but now I’m going to do better than him. Do you see those logs next to the barn? I want you to build me a ten-meter fence so I don’t have to see them again. Do whatever you want, finish this job, and I’ll pay you as much as you want.”

The Carpenter:

“I think I understand. Show me where the nails and the hole punch are so I can do the job.”

That day the older brother had to go to town to shop. So, after helping the carpenter prepare the materials, he left the farm, planning to return in the evening. The carpenter worked hard all day, measuring, cutting, and nailing. Hours later, near sunset, when the farmer returned, the carpenter had barely finished his work.

The older brother returned and his eyes widened in astonishment at the work the carpenter had done; his mouth dropped open. There was no fence, but a bridge stretching from one side of the stream to the other. Moreover, it was a very professionally made bridge, complete with railings and other details… And there, his neighbor, the younger brother, was approaching the bridge with outstretched arms.

“Despite all the injustices I’ve done to you and all the harsh words I’ve said, you’ve shown once again what a good person you are by building this bridge,” said the older brother. The two brothers stood at opposite ends of the bridge, then quickly walked and embraced each other in the middle, filled with longing, regret, and shame. When they returned joyfully, they saw the carpenter carrying his toolbox and reassembling them.

“Stop, please wait! Don’t go now, please stay a few more days,” said the older brother, “I have many other projects I want you to do!”

“Believe me, I would love to stay on this beautiful farm,” said the carpenter, “but I still have many bridges to build.”

"I hope your power to build bridges never diminishes. And after you build them, maintain them frequently so they don't collapse; that is, spend time with your loved ones, and visit their hearts often through that bridge."

o build the bridge between us, our wire, nails, and planks will probably be the letters we write.