Who Was This Guy Coomersu?
So, picture this little town snuggled up against a lazy river, and there’s this fisherman named Coomersu living there. He was a solid dude, hardworking, always up way too early, tossing his net into the water day after day. Come evening, he’d haul his catch to the market, sell it off, and make enough to keep things rolling. Folks knew him as the nice guy who’d help anyone out, no questions asked.
The Beggar Shows Up
One morning, Coomersu’s walking to the river like usual, and bam, this beggar steps in front of him. Guy looks beat, says, “Hey, kind stranger, got a couple coins? Haven’t eaten in forever.” Coomersu digs in his pocket and hands some over. “Yeah, here, go grab a bite.”
Next day, same deal, the beggar again, same plea. Coomersu hooks him up once more. But day three? Beggar’s back, and Coomersu thinks, wait a sec, this guy’s not hurt or anything; he could probably work if he wanted. Seems like he’s just being lazy about it.
Coomersu’s Smart Idea
Coomersu doesn’t call him out though. He gives a few coins but says, “Take these for now, but hey, meet me here by the river tomorrow at dawn. Got something way better for ya.” Beggar’s intrigued. “Better? Cool, I’ll show.”
And wouldn’t you know, the beggar’s there early the next morning. Coomersu laughs, “You’re keen! Alright, take my net, chuck it in the river, and wait—your big reward’s coming.”
Waiting It Out
Beggar throws the net and starts pacing like crazy, all fidgety. Coomersu sees it and goes, “Chill out, come sit. This what you think I do all day? Doesn’t the hanging around bug you?”
Coomersu shrugs with a grin. “Nope, I bust my butt and wait patiently. When it pays off, it’s sweet—feels good, y’know? Okay, reel it in now.”
Beggar pulls, and whoa, the net’s packed with fish, all shiny and fat. Coomersu nods. “Boom, that’s it. Sell ’em, make your money. No need to beg—just gotta put in the work.”
The Lightbulb Moment
Beggar pauses, then gets it. “Dude, thanks—I needed that kick.” He starts fishing himself after that, turns things around. The whole town talks about how Coomersu fixed the guy with smarts instead of handouts.
Why It Sticks With Me
It’s a simple yarn, but it hits home—laziness sneaks up on ya sometimes, right? But grind a bit, be patient, and stuff works out better. If you’re ever slacking, think of Coomersu and that river, might motivate you to step up.
