In a certain coast, there was a pass that was very trercherous to those who sailed that way. There were often many injuries and deaths, and many times due to the distance they would have to travel to get help, many died from having to wait for medical assistance. The townspeople in a nearby town were vaguely aware of the problem, but they were busy in their merchandise, and on their farms and with their families. There were a few however, who felt compassion and asked the mayor to organize the people to do something to minimize the injuries and casualties of these poor unsuspecting sailors. The mayor gave them three minutes to state their case and said he would take it under advisement, but that in his opinion, then pass was so far away, that it really couldn't reasonably be their problem. A year passed with no action, no vote despite the persistence and concern of the few townspeople and despite two more shipwrecks and several deaths. The few concerned townspeople decided to organize themselves to see what could be done to mitigate this problem.

They held meetings to discuss what ought to be done, they laid plans for a lighthouse and another suggestion was made to build a hospital near the area and come up with charitable funds for the doctors and nurses. They made some progress towards these ends. A few others suggested they elect a general secretary, organize regular meetings and appoint those who originally spearheaded the movement as presidents. Remembering the disgust and inaction of the town leaders, and not wanting to repeat the same mistakes, they declined to be appointed, but adoration from the others at their achievements and foresight continued, and these original organizers saw the need for a formal organization. After all, these people in their weakness need someone to look to, and we are the ones, they told themselves, who trailblazed and have our experience, insight and wisdom to offer the rest.

Meetings were held, minutes were taken, and everything transpired efficiently. A suggestion was made that at the beginning of every meeting they have a honorary reading of some of the original speeches given during the founding of the organization. Many of the speeches noted how much better they were from the indifferent townspeople. Meanwhile during these self-congratulatory meetings, little real progress was made and more ships sunk, and more lives were lost.

A few were perplexed and tried to convince the group that they were drifting from their original purpose, but they were laughed to scorn, most didn't care one way or the other and some of presidents chastised those who were naive, tried to convince them of their point of view. In the end they thought you are so few and unimportant, what can you do? Shocked, the few who wanted to truly save lives said no more and left the fellowship of the larger group to go and accomplish what they saw as their original mission. Their funds were as small as their numbers, but they sought out builders to build a lighthouse who gave them discounted rates. They importuned upon nurses who volunteered their time on a rotation to be near the pass so they could help on a moments notice to help wounded sailors. They also contacted the cartographers to ensure warnings were put on the maps about the area.

Many sailors lives were blessed and often had tears come to their eyes as they thought on the mercy and care these strangers had for them.

Long after the small group had passed away and been forgotten a lighthouse stood. All sea maps now warned sailors of the area and as a result there were almost no casualties. A new charitable hospital graced the area and was noted for its excellent care. Many people came from long distances to be treated by the compassion of the doctors and nurses. Businesses set up shop in the area to cater to the sailors, doctors, nurses and those who came from distances to be treated there.