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Once upon a time a King had three sons. Since all were
intelligent, honest and kind, it was hard to choose an heir,
and so the king, in the age-old manner of kings—called in a
wise man who came up with a pretty clever idea…
The King gathered his sons around him and handed each
one a bag of flower seeds. "I'm going on a long journey," he
told his boys. "I'll be gone for several years. When I return,
I will ask each of you to return the seeds to me. Whoever has
protected them best will become my heir."
Well, the first son, thinking he was extremely clever,
locked the seeds in a safe. "This way, when my father comes
back, I can return them just as they are."
The second son thought, "Hmmm. If I lock them up as my
brother has done, they will die-and dead seeds are really not
seeds at all. Instead, I'll sell these seeds at the market,
and buy fresh seeds upon my father's return. That way, I'll be
able to give him back seeds that still contain the possibility
for growth."
The third son, of course, had a
completely different disposition than his brothers. He went
outside into the garden and threw the seeds all over the
place.
Well, several years passed and the king returned from
his long journey. He was eager to see his sons and learn how
they had fared with their flower seeds. The first son opened
his safe, and the seeds were all dead, shriveled, and useless.
Dad lost his cool: "What! These are the seeds I have given to
you? But they had the possibility to bloom into beautiful,
sweet smelling flowers-and in your worry and overprotection
you have destroyed them. These are not my seeds!" Needless to
say, the first son was quite bummed.
The King went to the second son who ran quickly to the
market and bought a new bag of flower seeds. "Well" said the
King, "you've been more clever than your brother, but after
three years it is disappointing to see that you have just been
waiting to return seeds to me. You have lacked vision and
confidence. In my absence no one has enjoyed the great gifts
those seeds were meant to share."
And the third son. Well, the King continued on to his
youngest son who lead his father out back to a garden
overflowing with the beauty of endless flowers of every color
and scent. "I planted this garden from the seeds you gave me,
father" said the young man. "Soon, when the season is right, I
will collect a bag of healthy seeds and return them to you.
But right now the garden is in bloom, and it is not time to
collect seeds."
And so it was that the young man who knew how to plant
and nurture a garden into glorious blossoms became heir to the
kingdom.

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