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How much do you stand?
Just wonderful parable that teaches to know their value and be more confident
One day a young man came to the Master and said:
- I came to you because I feel so miserable and worthless, that I do not want to live. Everything told that I'm a loser, idiot bungler. I beg you, Master, help me!
Master, glancing at him, hastily replied:
- I'm sorry, but I'm very busy and I can not help you. I've got to settle one important thing - and, some thought, he added: - But if you agree to help me in my business, I am happy to help you in your.
- ... With pleasure, Master, - he muttered, bitterly noting that it has once again pushed into the background.
- Well, - said the Master, and took from his left pinky ring with a beautiful small stone.
- Take a horse and gallop to the marketplace! I've got to sell this ring, to repay a debt. Try to take him a little more, and in any case, do not settle for less than the price of gold coins! Ride is back and as soon as possible! The young man took the ring, and rode away. Arriving at the market square, he began to offer the ring to traders, and those with interest initially examined his wares.
But once they hear about the gold coin, they immediately lost all interest in the ring. Some openly laughed at him, others simply turned away and only one old merchant kindly explained to him that a gold coin - it's too high a price for such a ring, and that can give him except that a copper coin, well, at the very least a silver.
Hearing the words of the old man, the young man was very upset, because he remembered the Master's mandate in any case not lower the price below the gold coin. Going round the whole market and offering ring good hundred people, a young man again saddled his horse and came back. Strongly dejected failure, he went to the Master.
- Master, I could not fulfill your order - sadly he said. - In the best case I could get for the ring a couple of silver coins, but because you are not told to accept less than a gold! And so this ring is not necessary.
- You just said some very important words, my son! - Master said. - Before you try to sell the ring, it would be nice to establish its true value! Well, who can do it better than a jeweler? Ride-ka to a jeweler so ask him how much he will offer us the ring. Just what would it do not you answer, do not sell the ring, and return to me. The young man jumped back on his horse and went to a jeweler.
Jeweller long considered the ring through a magnifying glass, and then weighed it on a small scale, and finally turned to the young man:
- Tell the Master that now I can not give him more than fifty eight gold coins. But if he will give me time, I'll buy a ring in his seventies, given the urgency of the transaction.
- Seventy coins ?! - The young man laughed happily, thanked the jeweler and at full speed rushed back.
- Sit down here - said the Master, after listening to a lively story of a young man. Know, my son, you is this is the ring. Precious and unique! And you can only assess the true expert. So why do you go through the market, expecting that it will make the first comer?
One day a young man came to the Master and said:
- I came to you because I feel so miserable and worthless, that I do not want to live. Everything told that I'm a loser, idiot bungler. I beg you, Master, help me!
Master, glancing at him, hastily replied:
- I'm sorry, but I'm very busy and I can not help you. I've got to settle one important thing - and, some thought, he added: - But if you agree to help me in my business, I am happy to help you in your.
- ... With pleasure, Master, - he muttered, bitterly noting that it has once again pushed into the background.
- Well, - said the Master, and took from his left pinky ring with a beautiful small stone.
- Take a horse and gallop to the marketplace! I've got to sell this ring, to repay a debt. Try to take him a little more, and in any case, do not settle for less than the price of gold coins! Ride is back and as soon as possible! The young man took the ring, and rode away. Arriving at the market square, he began to offer the ring to traders, and those with interest initially examined his wares.
But once they hear about the gold coin, they immediately lost all interest in the ring. Some openly laughed at him, others simply turned away and only one old merchant kindly explained to him that a gold coin - it's too high a price for such a ring, and that can give him except that a copper coin, well, at the very least a silver.
Hearing the words of the old man, the young man was very upset, because he remembered the Master's mandate in any case not lower the price below the gold coin. Going round the whole market and offering ring good hundred people, a young man again saddled his horse and came back. Strongly dejected failure, he went to the Master.
- Master, I could not fulfill your order - sadly he said. - In the best case I could get for the ring a couple of silver coins, but because you are not told to accept less than a gold! And so this ring is not necessary.
- You just said some very important words, my son! - Master said. - Before you try to sell the ring, it would be nice to establish its true value! Well, who can do it better than a jeweler? Ride-ka to a jeweler so ask him how much he will offer us the ring. Just what would it do not you answer, do not sell the ring, and return to me. The young man jumped back on his horse and went to a jeweler.
Jeweller long considered the ring through a magnifying glass, and then weighed it on a small scale, and finally turned to the young man:
- Tell the Master that now I can not give him more than fifty eight gold coins. But if he will give me time, I'll buy a ring in his seventies, given the urgency of the transaction.
- Seventy coins ?! - The young man laughed happily, thanked the jeweler and at full speed rushed back.
- Sit down here - said the Master, after listening to a lively story of a young man. Know, my son, you is this is the ring. Precious and unique! And you can only assess the true expert. So why do you go through the market, expecting that it will make the first comer?
