Little Boy and Wise Old Man

Once in the village lived a little boy who was very athletic and for whom winning was most important.

One day, that boy participated in a running competition held in the village. In that competition he competed with two other young boys. Race commenced, the crowd cheered and waved at him. Boy called on his determination and strength, he won and came first. Little boy felt proud.

Later the second race was called and in this race two young and fit challengers came forward and ran in competition with a little boy. Once again the little boy finished first. Crowd was ecstatic and cheered and waved at that boy.

There an old man was watching all this. Little boy who felt proud and more important and started to plead, “Another race..!! Another race..!!”

Seeing this wise old man stepped forward and with him he presented two new challengers. Among the new challengers one was a frail old lady and the other was blind man.

Little boy was confused and asked, “What’s this?? this is no race..!!

Old man replied, “Race..!!”

After all, we were set on the starting line. Race started and the boy was the only one to finish that race, leaving two challengers standing at the starting line.

Little boy raised his arms in delight but to his surprise this time no one from the crowd was cheering and everyone was just looking at him silently.

“What happened?? Why are people not cheering??”, the little boy asked the old man.

Old man replied, “Race again but this time finish altogether..”

Little boy thought for a while and then again went to the starting line and stood in the middle of the old lady and blind man. Then he took both of them by hand and started to walk slowly and at last crossed that finish line.

This time at the end of the race the crowd smiled and cheered and waved at the end of race.

Little boy felt proud but still didn’t understand why the crowd was not cheering him before but now when all three of them finished the race together. So he asked the old man about it.

Old man replied, “Little boy, in this race you have won much more than what you won in any other race..!! You have won people’s respect..“

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