A guy owned this massive farm, and on this farm he grew all sorts of different produce. Because of the vast variety of produce, he needed a lot of people with diverse skills and abilities to work on his farm. So he took on people who were proficient with carrots, others who were knowledgeable about strawberries, some who were really good with tomatoes and a bunch of people who knew beans. This he did until he had workers covering all the different varieties of vegetables and fruits his farm produced.
For awhile things went well. Sometimes workers would quit, and he would need to replace them. A few actually tried damaging the plants, and those he had his overseers evict. Still others, at times, sought to destroy produce throughout the farm, and even attempt to convert other workers to their causes. Those people the owner had the overseers round up and kill.
The owner rewarded those who worked tirelessly every day, doing their best to produce good yields, even if conditions were poor, or if circumstances were beyond their control. He didn’t condone laziness, and would send in overseers to motivate any lazy workers, always giving those workers countless chances to change their ways, assisting them as he pleased.
One day, news came to him that some workers in one very small, almost insignificant corner of the farm, were quarreling amongst themselves. The next morning, he left the homestead and went off to see for himself what the quarreling was all about. He joined workers in the adjacent plot, and listened in on their quarrels.
“Do we really need that guy?” one worker said, jerking his thumb towards a man working in one small corner of their very small, almost insignificant corner of the farm.
Several other workers agreed with him, while an equal number disagreed. The man, meanwhile, just kept working.
“If you ask me, he goes about harvesting all wrong!” another chimed in. “He yanks at the plant instead of gently pulling it out of the ground.”
A third person added: “It bothers me too! His style is so rough and tumble. Sure, he might work quickly and harvest a little more, but quality over quantity, I say.”
A couple workers attempted to defend the harangued man. “It’s not up to you to decide whether or not his style of harvesting meets your standards. If the owner is pleased, that should be sufficient. If the owner isn’t, don’t you think he would say something to him? Leave him be.”
The man kept on working, undeterred by any of his detractors.
Still, the grumbling continued. “Still don’t think we need him,” the first one said. “He’s just causing trouble.”
By now, the owner had heard all he needed to hear. He didn’t intervene, however, because despite the quarrels and the disagreements, the work was still getting done. In fact, he was pleased to see how the man being harangued continued to work, refusing to stop to engage the quarrelers. More people ought to do that, he thought. It would be better if they all just minded their own business, but it will all get sorted out in the end. None are complaining about working for me, and they faithfully arrive to work each day.
One thing’s for sure, he thought, as he made his way back to the homestead. I’ve got the right people picking rhubarb.