An elderly woman was sitting on the riverbank. She was rubbing a bar of iron by the human arm, collided with a boulder on the riverbank. For half a day, the old grandmother was still honing the big iron.
A small child was watching, he was out of his class because his teacher was not there. This little male hooky. Because of wonder, the little boy asked, "Grandma, you're what?"
The old woman replied, "I was sharpening a needle to embroider." "Sharpen the needles? Iron rod is of such magnitude, would be sharpened until when? "little surprise. "Right boy!" My grandmother was raised to look at old little boy, "Although the iron bar is great, but increasingly sharpened will be smaller. Provided we do not stop honing, iron is bound to be a needle. "
Confidence. You know who the little man? She is Li Pai, a poet from 8 greatest poet in the time of Thang and Sun in China. Poem poem-really famous, and famous to this day. In his childhood, he is lazy. Every time just playing around. However, after the incident with the old lady, she was conscious and with a quick learner. Accelerated confidence. Acceleration of maturity itself.
You also have to start a great life with your greatest abilities.
Badar
