A fisherman went out every night to the beach to shoot your network, knowing that when the sun rises the fish come ashore to eat clams, so always put your network before dawn.
had a beach cottage and down late at night with the net over his shoulder. Barefoot and half deployed network entered the water. Tonight
which says the story, when I was entering the water he felt his foot struck against something hard in the background.
groping and saw that it was something hard, like stones wrapped in a bag.
Then he thought: "Who is pulling these things weighed on my beach?. And I'm so distracted over each time you'll take me the past ..."
So he left to build the network, bent over, grabbed the bag and pulled out of the water.
was all very dark, and perhaps why, when he again swept away the bag of stones, now on the beach.
and thought 'I'm a moron. "
So he took out his knife, opened the bag and fumbled. There were a few rocks the size of small grapefruits heavy and rounded.
The fisherman returned to think 'who will The pocket idiot for throwing stones into the water. "
instinctively took one, weighed it in his hands and threw it into the sea.
few seconds later he felt the noise of the stone sinking into the distance. Plup!.
Then he reached over and threw another stone. Plup heard again!
and pulled the other way splat!. And then fired two at a time and felt plup-plup! And he tried to throw them further and back and in full force Plup-splat!
And entertained, listening to different sounds, calculating time and testing in pairs, one by one, eyes closed, three ... threw shot and threw stones into the sea.
Until the sun began to rise.
The fisherman felt and touched a stone into the bag.
Then he prepared to throw it farther than others because it was the last and as the sun came out.
And when stretched his arm back to give force to release the sun began to shine, then seeing that the stone had a golden glow and metal caught his attention.
The fisherman stopped the momentum and looked to throw. The stone reflecting the sun between the overlying mold. He rubbed
like an apple on his clothes, and the stone began to glow even more. Amazed
touched and gave realized it was metal. Then begin to rub and clean it with sand and with his shirt, and saw that the stone was of pure gold. A solid gold stone the size of a grapefruit.
But his joy faded when he thought that this stone is probably equal to the others shot.
And then said: "What a fool I was!. I had in my hands a bag full of gold and stone throwing was fascinated by sound stupid rocks when entering the water."
and began to lament and mourn and grieve for lost stones, thinking it was an unfortunate, it was a poor guy a moron, an idiot ...
and start thinking: "If you came in and got a diving suit and if the bottom of the sea, if the day if you bring a team of divers to search for, and cried even more loudly while lamenting ...
finished out the sun and he realized I still had the stone, he realizes that the sun could have taken a second or he could have thrown the stone faster, that might not have been aware of the treasure that was never in your hands. So finally I had a thought treasure, and that this treasure was in itself an enormous fortune for a fisherman as he and the fate means you can have the treasure they still had.
'Hopefully we be wise not to mourn for those stones that perhaps wasted aback by the things that the sea and was capped and can, indeed, ready to see the brilliance of the stones we have and enjoy the eternal present of each ... '
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