A WEAK Man going down-hill met a Strong Man going up, and said:

  "I take this direction because it requires less exertion, not from
choice.  I pray you, sir, assist me to regain the summit."

  "Gladly," said the Strong Man, his face illuminated with the glory
of his thought.  "I have always considered my strength a sacred
gift in trust for my fellow-men.  I will take you along with me. 
Just get behind me and push."