Alejandro the wise

 Alejandro was a quiet man who worked the fields in a way that seemed almost too gentle for the harshness of the pineapple farm in Mexico. His hands, though weathered from years of toil, moved with a peaceful simplicity that many of the other farm workers didn’t understand. The other men, rough and hardened by the grueling work, would often mock Alejandro's calm demeanor. "You’ll never make it with that slow, soft touch," they’d say, their voices heavy with the weight of their own struggle.

But Alejandro never rushed. He moved through his tasks with a quiet certainty, nurturing the pineapples with care, almost as if he was sculpting each one. The others would laugh and push harder, their hands calloused and quick to finish, but Alejandro simply smiled, as if in tune with the rhythm of the earth itself.

One scorching afternoon, the farm faced a problem. The crops had begun to wither in the heat, and the workers were frustrated, pulling up the plants with anger, their impatience growing with each failed attempt. Alejandro, however, knelt down in the dry soil, examining the plants with steady hands. While others yelled and struggled, he methodically watered each plant, whispering something softly to the soil. Slowly, the crops began to revive.

When the season ended, Alejandro’s field was the only one to yield a rich harvest. The once-skeptical workers were astonished. Alejandro’s peaceful simplicity, once thought to be a weakness, had proven to be his greatest strength. His patience, care, and quiet trust in the process had shaped a reality far more fruitful than the rush and noise of brute force.

In that moment, the workers realized that the sculpture of Alejandro’s soul had been more finely honed than any of them had lived or imagined. His calm hands had nurtured not just pineapples, but the very heart of the farm itself.