Diese Geschichte hatte ich dieser Tage in einem Elternheft gefunden. Ich fand die Geschichte so gut, dass ich Sie Euch nicht vorenthalten möchte....There was once an Indian chief who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest - to go, in turn, and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
The first son wet in the winter, the second in spring, the third in summer and the youngest in autumn.
One year later, when the last son had returned from his journey, the chief sat his four boys down and asked them to describe what they’d seen.
The first son reported that the pear tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.
The second son argued that, no, what he’d seen was covered with green buds and full of promise. The third son disagreed, claiming that he tree was loaded with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful – the most graceful thing he’d ever seen.
The last son disagreed with all of them, insisting that he tree was ripe and drooping with fruit, exploding with life and colour.
The Cherokee chief then assured his sons that all four of them were right, because they’d each seen just one season in the pear tree’s life.
He went on to explain that you can’t judge a tree, or a person, by only one season … that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons have come around.
If you give up when it’s winter, he said, you’ll miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of the summer, the colour of your autumn.
Moral: Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of the rest. Don’t judge life by one difficult patch.
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