There was an Indian Chief who had four children
He wanted his children to learn not to judge things too quickly
So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and observe a
Pear tree that grew a great distance away.
The first child went in winter,
The second in the spring,
The third in summer and
The youngest child, in the autumn.
A year later, after every child returned to the tribe
He called them together to describe what they had seen.
The first child said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.
The second child said it was covered with green buds And full of promise.
The third child disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms
That smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the
Most graceful thing they had ever seen.
The last child disagreed with all of them; and said it was ripe
And drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfilment.
The Indian Chief then explained to his children that they were all right,
Because they had each seen only one season in the tree’s life.
He told them that you cannot 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 are up.
If you give up when it’s winter, you will miss the promise of your spring,
The beauty of your summer, and the fulfilment of your autumn.
Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.
Don’t judge life by one difficult season.
Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come.