A Boy was once stung by a Nettle. Crying
with pain, he ran home
and told his
mother, saying, "Although it pains
me so
much, I did but touch it ever so gently, for I
had been hurt by it before."
"That was just it," said his mother.
"It
was that which gave you so bad a sting. The
next time you have occasion to touch a Nettle,
grasp it boldly, with courage and resolution.
It will be as soft as silk in your hand, and will
not hurt you in the least. And you will meet
with many things, as well as persons, that
must be handled in the same way,
if you
would escape discomfort from them.
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