Once upon a time a boy in early teens went about playing near some hedges laden with berries that looked ripe and juicy. The boy’s mouth watered and he licked his chops.
At once the young boy started gathering berries. He was thinking of enjoying them at leisure. Just then he was stung sharply by a nettle. Feeling pinched, he smarted under acute pain. Soon a rash appeared on his hand.
Leaving the collection of berries, the boy ran home and told his mother everything with tearful eyes. Sobbing hard, he said “Mom, I only touched them lightly but they stung me hard.”
The mother smiled and caressing her son, replied, “They stung you because you only touched them lightly. Had you held them firmly, they won’t have hurt you. You cannot get anything without facing dangers. Every rose has some thorns to protect it. So, learn to grasp the nettles, if you want berries.”