reply to post by Jazzyguy
Something for you to contemplate;
"The Fable of the Frog and the Scorpion
One day, a scorpion looked around at the mountain where he lived and decided that he wanted a change. So he set out on a journey through the forests
and hills. He climbed over rocks and under vines and kept going until he reached a river.
The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider the situation. He couldn’t see any way across. So he ran upriver and then
checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to turn back.
Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for help getting
across the stream.
“Hellooo Mr. Frog!” called the scorpion across the water, “Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?”
“Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you won’t try to kill me?” asked the frog hesitantly.
“Because,” the scorpion replied, “If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!”
Now this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. “What about when I get close to the bank? You could still try to kill me and get back to
“This is true,” agreed the scorpion, “But then I wouldn’t be able to get to the other side of the river!”
“Alright then…how do I know you won’t just wait till we get to the other side and THEN kill me?” said the frog.
“Ahh…,” crooned the scorpion, “Because you see, once you’ve taken me to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help,
that it would hardly be fair to reward you with death, now would it?!”
So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger. The
scorpion crawled onto the frog’s back, his sharp claws prickling into the frog’s soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy water
swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of the stream,
his flippers paddling wildly against the current.
The frog felt a sharp sting and knew that the scorpion had stung him. “Why did you do that?” he said, if you sting me we will both drown.
“Oh,” said the scorpion. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t help myself as it is my nature. I won’t do it again.” So the frog continued to swim
and a few minutes later the frog felt another sting on his back. “Scorpion,” he said, “if you sting me I will not be able to carry you across
the river and we will both drown.”
“I didn’t mean to do it,” said the scorpion.” “It’s my nature but it won’t happen again.”
They were nearly across the river when the frog felt a third sharp sting in his back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his
stinger from the frog’s back. A deadening numbness began to creep into his limbs.
“You fool!” croaked the frog, “Now we shall both die! Why did you do that when you said you would not do it again?”
The scorpion shrugged, and did a little jig on the drowning frog’s back.
“I could not help myself. It is my nature.” Then they both sank into the muddy waters of the swiftly flowing river."
Source unknown but often attributed to Aesop