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.
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.