The first monk stopped, went into the river, picked up the woman, and brought her to the bank. She was very grateful, and kissed the monk on the cheek, gave him a big wet hug, and skipped back to her home.
Both monks walked more in silence. One was getting angrier and angrier, until he finally burst out, "How come you helped that woman?? Do you not know it is forbidden for us to touch a woman?? Have you forgotten, or did you get distracted by her shallow and fleeting beauty?"
The other monk said calmly, "I left that woman on the river bank and hour ago. Why are you still carrying her?"
Often we get angry when we carry memories of past troubles. They weigh us down, and often have no practical use. Let the memories go.