There was once a boy who started to collect rocks. It all
began with his late grandmother's rock collection, which he always examined on
his daily visits to the old lady. He liked to hold them in his hand and feel their texture. The
colors and shapes just fascinated him.
One day, when she could no longer get out of her bed, his grandmother called him and, showing
him one rock, said: "take my whole
collection with you when you go; but first,
tell me what you see in this one."
The joy the boy had on his face quickly
turned into a mute questioning gaze at the old lady with the soft eyes.
Even in his old age, the boy never forgot that moment when
his grandmother gave him a treasure in more ways than one.
His grandmother smiled at him fondly and said:
"Look at it closely; even a rock aspires to be a cathedral."
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-- Ariel Murphy
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