The Boy and the Nettles
a boy was stung by a nettle1. 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.