The son of shells

One day a young shells at the bottom of the sea pitted and complain of her mother for a sand sharp entered his body the red one and pulpy . “my son”  said the mother while overflowed with tears , “ the lord has not give to us , the shells , a hand is , that she could not help you .”

The shells storyteller august 3, 2011 fabled motivation 29 comments pearls pearls one day a young shells at the bottom of the sea pitted and complain of her mother for a sand sharp entered his body the red one and pulpy. “my son,”  said the mother while overflowed with tears, “ the lord has not give to us, the shells, a hand is, that she could not help you. “ mom fell silent, for a moment,” hurt, i know my son.But accept it as destiny nature.Strengthened your heart.Not too frisky again.Deploy your spirit against the hurt and pain that bite.Wrap it the sand with the sap your stomach.Only that you can do”, his mother said with plaintive and soft.

The shells advice is doing his mother.Is the result, but it would sick is not a abysmal. Sometimes in the pain, he doubted his mother advice.With tears he endured, many years ever.But without he realized a pearl buildup in the flesh.Are more and more subtle.Pain are more reduced.And the longer his pearl bigger.Pain to be felt more likely.Last so many years, a large pearl, intact shiny, and valuable expensive was formed in full.The distress turned into pearl, her tears turned into a great significance.He now, as a result suffered many years, more valuable than a million shells other just eaten people as shells boiled roadside.