Today father gave Paramesse and I a special task. "Because of your notable work and determination I think you have the ability to lead your dragging team," he said as we sat taking our brake yesterday. "Remember," his dark eyes gazed intently into ours, "this is a great honor and much responsibility. Being in command of five hundred men can be very humbling." .
As I walked to work that day, it seemed as though the word had spread that I was to be in charge that day. People rolled their eyes and snickered as I made my way to my command. They stood in groups and said things like, "Look at Nakhti, his father is the only reason he is up there." I knew no one respected me. I also knew that I would have to prove to my team that I had what it took to lead them. I was not my father, but I would prove to them that I could be just as good. I was determined to show them that I had what it took without my fathers help. .
My father gave me specific instructions to lead my team in the transportation of ten stones. Each stone weighed approximately two and a half tons. My father had given me this task with some hesitation. After all, ten stones is what he commanded of his team. It was unusual for our team to move more than eight per day. I was certain that we could do it, but I knew it would only be possible with everyone's cooperation. Despite the high risk involved while building a pyramid, the majority of deaths resulted because of personal conflicts rather than equipment failure. .
Cooperation although necessary, was hard at times to achieve. One issue surrounded the majority of the conflict: Many men did not consider it an honor to build the tomb; instead they felt as if they were slaves. I can sympathize with the men that hold this position, after all, we spend long days will few breaks under the scorching sun doing back braking. Some times under the leadership of undeserving masters.
