There once was a man who was hunched and walked with a cane in his hand, he made slow progress wherever he wandered and each step seemed more laborious than the last. Those who approached him always asked the same repetitious question: What is wrong?

The old man would look at them with his sad eyes and say, "I carry the weight."

Seeing nothing on his shoulders, most deemed him crazy and he would saunter on to the next city and be asked the same question. His answer never differed and neither did the reactions of those who pestered him. It was not until a still and black day that someone asked him what was the weight he carried.

His sad eyes bore into the young man's own when he replied, "I carry the weight that those cast aside. I have caught the weight of every wrong word, every careless murder, every wrong deed that was done without care, without any repentance, without any regret."

As the years went by there was more weight added to the old man's burden and it was not long before he was crushed by the weight of those who simply did not care. When the man died there was no one left to carry the burden of others. Instead it was passed on to not one person but the many innocent. Every wrong word, every careless murder, every wrong deed that was done without care, without repentance, without regret was passed onto the many that did not deserve it.