When I was a kid, my mother told me a story that I have never forgotten. There was once a road leading to a kingdom, and right in the middle of that road sat a huge rock. People walked around it every day. Nobody bothered to move it, even though it caused problems for everyone who passed by. Some people lost the goods they were carrying to sell because of that rock. One day, a little girl came down the road carrying a cask of beer her family had brewed. Her family was poor, hungry, and struggling to survive. That beer was their last hope of making some money. But as she passed the rock, the cask fell, shattered, and spilled its contents into the dirt. Everything was gone. The little girl sat down and cried. Her family had no money, no food, and now no way to earn anything from the beer. But then, through her tears, she looked at the rock and thought: "Why should I leave this here for someone else to suffer the same fate?" So she decided to move it. She dug at the rock with her bare hands. She pushed, pulled, and struggled for hours. Her hands became sore and bloody, but she refused to give up. She poured every ounce of strength she had into moving that rock. Finally, after hours of exhausting effort, she managed to move it out of the road. But just as she was about to continue on her way, she noticed something buried beneath where the rock had been. It was a bag of gold. The king had deliberately placed the rock in the road. He wanted to see who would simply walk around the problem and who would take responsibility for solving it. And for the person who chose to act, he had left a reward. The little girl had lost what little her family had, but her decision to make the road safer for others changed her family's life forever.