I came across this anecdote in a couple of Dan Millman's books:
"There was once a beloved king whose castle was on a high hill, overlooking his shire. He was so popular that the nearby townspeople sent him gifts daily, and his birthday celebration was enjoyed throughout the kingdom. The people loved him for his renowned wisdom and fair judgments.
One day, tragedy struck the town. The water supply was polluted, and every man, woman, and child went insane. Only the king, who had a private spring, was spared.
Soon after the tragedy, the mad townspeople began speaking of how the king was acting 'strangely' and how his judgments were poor and his wisdom a sham. Many even went so far as to say that the king had gone crazy. His popularity soon vanished. No longer did the people bring him gifts or celebrate his birthday.
Then one day, the king, desperately lonely, paid a visit to the town and knowingly drank from the public fountain. That night marked a great celebration, because the king had 'regained his sanity.'"
Since we are all rulers of our own domain, in one way or another; the aforementioned tale provokes me to rhetorically ask, "What kind of monarch are you?" What would you do in the king's situation? [SIDEBAR: Way too many have drank the kool aid.]
[SIDEBAR ALERT: Welcome to the first entry of the new blog feature, "Anecdote Of The Week."]