The Boy And The Nettles
A Boy was stung by a Nettle. He ran home and told his Mother, saying,
"Although it hurts me very much, I only touched it gently." "That
was just why it stung you," said his Mother. "The next time you touch
a Nettle, grasp it boldly, and it will be soft as silk to your hand,
and not in the least hurt you."
Whatever you do, do with all your might.
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