High on a cliff in Europe, there’s a monastery perched hundreds of feet above the ground. The only way to reach it? A basket, hoisted up the sheer rock face by a group of elderly monks pulling with all their might.
Naturally, the ride was nerve-wracking. Halfway up, one anxious tourist noticed the rope holding them looked worn and dangerously frayed.
With a shaky voice, he asked the monk beside him, “How often do you replace the rope?”
The monk paused, then replied bluntly, “When it breaks.”
