So one day, far from home, the brothers laid it on him. They would have killed him, save for good old Reuben, first-born and perhaps a stitch more responsible, or maybe just feeling more guilty. Well, they hauled him up out of the pit and sold him to some long-haul truckers riding camels and heading for Egypt. Out of the pit, it was - but into slavery. Ups and downs.
Life is like that.
There seems to be no straight line to maturity, no 45 degree graph plotting out upward achievement. It looks more like a road laid out in hill country. Out of the frying pan, into the fire, as they say. But his wild imagination and habit of thinking about dreams hooked him up with the Pharaoh as secretary of agriculture. What a nice place to be when the neighboring countries have a famine.