Small Shells' Complaint
On a day ... a clam chick at the bottom of the sea complained and moaned at her mother because a grain of sharp sand entered her red, flabby body.
My son, Mother said with tears, God did not give us a shell of a hand so Mother can not help you. It hurts, I know. But accept it as a natural destiny. Strengthen your heart. Do not be too lively again. Raise your spirits against bitterness and pain. Wrap the sand with the sap of your stomach. That's all you can do, her mother said softly but gently.
So the clam boy also did his mother's advice. There was a result, but the pain was not an abyss. Sometimes in the midst of his pain, he doubted his mother's advice. With tears he survived for years. But without realizing a pearl
began to form in the flesh. The longer it gets smoother. The pain was diminishing. The longer the pearls get bigger. The pain becomes natural. Finally after so many years, a great pearl, full of shiny, and expensive preciously formed perfectly. He now, as a result of years of suffering, is worth more than a thousand other clams that only people eat as boiled shell at the curb.
~ Lessons learned ~~
