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>There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to
>judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn,
>to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away. The
>first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in

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D(["mb","&gt;summer, and the youngest son in the fall. When they had all gone
&gt;and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.
&gt;The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The
&gt;second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of
&gt;promise. The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms
&gt;that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful
&gt;thing he had ever seen. The last son disagreed with all of them; he
&gt;said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfilment.
&gt;The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because
&gt;they had each seen but only one season in the tree\'s life. He told them
&gt;that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and
&gt;that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that
&gt;come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the
&gt;seasons are up. If you give up when it\'s winter, you will miss the
&gt;promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfilment of your
&gt;fall.
&gt;
&gt;
&gt;
&gt;Moral: Don\'t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the
&gt;rest.
&gt;
&gt;Don\'t judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the
&gt;
&gt;Difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later
&gt;
&gt;
&gt;


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&gt;summer, and the youngest son in the fall. When they had all gone
&gt;and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.
&gt;The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The
&gt;second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of
&gt;promise. The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms
&gt;that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful
&gt;thing he had ever seen. The last son disagreed with all of them; he
&gt;said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfilment.
&gt;The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because
&gt;they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life. He told them
&gt;that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and
&gt;that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that
&gt;come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the
&gt;seasons are up. If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the
&gt;promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfilment of your
&gt;fall.
&gt;
&gt;
&gt;
&gt;Moral: Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the
&gt;rest.
&gt;
&gt;Don't judge life by one difficult season. Persevere through the
&gt;
&gt;Difficult patches and better times are sure to come some time or later
&gt;