One afternoon, after a long, steady rainfall, a weary farmer was struggling to drive his heavy wagon along a narrow, muddy country road. The rain had turned the earth into a thick, clinging mud, and each step of the horses sank deep into the soft ground. The wagon creaked and groaned under the weight of its load—barrels of grain, sacks of vegetables, and bundles of hay—and no matter how hard the horses strained, the wheels sank deeper into ruts carved by previous travelers.

At last, the wagon came to a complete standstill. One of its wheels was buried almost to the hub in a deep, water-filled rut. The farmer climbed down, his boots caked with mud, and stood beside his trapped wagon, brushing rainwater from his brow. He looked helplessly at the immovable wheel, feeling frustration and anger rise within him.

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“I am ruined!” he shouted. “Why does misfortune always find me? If only Hercules were here, he could free my wagon and save me from this trouble!”

And so, he continued, calling out to the hero, bellowing Hercules’ name into the damp, gray afternoon. He stomped his feet, waved his arms, and vented his bitterness to the empty fields around him—but he made no effort to lift a single sack, to push the wagon, or even to encourage his struggling horses.

Legend says that Hercules did indeed appear, a figure of immense strength and calm authority, stepping from the mists of the country road. He looked down at the farmer and the wagon, and then spoke in a voice both kind and commanding:

“Why do you call for my help while standing idle?” Hercules asked. “Do you think the strength of the gods can replace the effort of your own hands? Put your shoulder to the wheel, man. Encourage your horses. Move, and then I will assist you.”

The farmer was taken aback, feeling a mixture of shame and realization. He had spent so long complaining that he had forgotten what he could do for himself. Slowly, he rolled up his sleeves, planted his feet firmly in the mud, and pushed against the wheel with all his might. At the same time, he whipped the horses gently and urged them onward.

To his astonishment, the wagon began to budge. Inch by inch, the wheel climbed out of the rut, and soon the entire wagon lurched forward. The mud clung to the wheels, but no longer could it hold them back. Hercules, satisfied, faded from view, leaving the farmer alone to finish his journey.

By the time the wagon reached solid ground, the farmer’s heart was light. He had learned a valuable lesson that day: strength and courage must be paired with effort. Help from others—no matter how powerful—can only reach those who are willing to help themselves.

And so the old saying proved true: Self-help is the best help. Heaven helps those who help themselves.

A weary farmer struggles to move his heavy wagon through a muddy road after a long rainfall. When he calls for help, he learns an unexpected lesson about effort, responsibility, and taking action.