Standing In the desert where water is most precious, he asked as I passed, “Could you give me some water please?”

I was on my camel while he stood on blistered feet. “I’ve just enough for my journey, my friend. If I give you some, your plight now could well be mine, before I’m through with all these dunes”. I ignored him as he sank to his knees and urged my camel on.

“Stop!”, he said, “I might have something you want. All I ask is just one drop”.

I looked him up and down wondering what it is this poor fool could offer, to one who had a camel and a water flask.

“Take me with you. Your camel could easily bear the weight of two. And I’ll not ask for more, than the water that dribbles down your chin while you drink”.

“What’s in it for me?”, I asked. The man rose and stood, withering away as we spoke. “It’ll surely bring you back”, he said, “from this desert you’re in”.

He’s going crazy, I thought and for some reason, I couldn’t just leave him there. I bid him climb the camel’s back and gave him water to wet his lips.

It was a long journey out of there and I gave him at the end, my very last drop.

But strangely enough, that fool was right. Every time I quenched his thirst, it felt as though it was the desert that walked, out of me.