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Advice from Old People



Once upon a time, the young king of the country thought that old people are unnecessary and a burden to the country as they were weak and unable to do any productive work. All his courtiers consisted of young people and they agreed with him.


Soon King passed an order that all people above sixty must be killed as they have already lived their lifetime. So all the old people of the country were killed.


In the country lived a young man who had great respect and love for his father and he didn’t want him to get killed. So before the soldier came he hid his father in a cellar.


After some years a terrible drought overtook the country and people had to suffer from troubles and sickness. Famine was so severe that even stores of food grains were fully exhausted and not a single grain of seed was left to sow in land.


Everyone in the country looked worried but no one could think of anything to improve the country's situation.


Young man who hid his father.. used to go to his father for advice whenever anything troubled him. So even this time he went to his father and told him about the situation. Old man thought for a while and said, “Don’t worry.. Take your plough and plough up the path in front of our house and then rake it over.”


Young man did the same. After rain came sprouts of wheat started to come out of that ploughed area. Young man was surprised to see that even without showing any seed sprouts came out.


Everyone around him noticed sprouted ground. King came to know about it and called the young man to his court to find out his secret.


Young man hesitated and then told the king that his father advised him to do so. King was shocked to know that as according to rule all old men were to be killed in the country. King called the old man to his court as he wanted to ask a secret for this.


Old man came and told him, “Your Majesty, wheat sprouted there because I knew from my experience that people used to carry crops that way and some seed must have dropped on the ground on their way.


I was quite sure that some seed may be lying underneath and if plough we can get some sprouts and the same happened..”


Listening to this king realized his mistake and understood how much an old person’s experience matters and their wise advice can help young people to overcome difficult situations.


After this incident the people of that country did not kill their old people. They loved and respected them. They treated them as a valuable treasure for the nation.


Moral: Old people are the Store-house of knowledge and their wisdom and experience helps us to overcome crises and difficulties. We must Respect and Love them.


Give them the feeling that We look forward to them for their advice and guidance in life. Make them feel wanted, respected, loved and cared for. We should keep your elders well and earn their blessing in life.

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