Johnny Jones was a nice, popular
boy, who everyone loved. He was so much fun, so good, and so kind with everyone
that they treated him wonderfully, always giving him presents and looking out
for him. And as everything he needed was given to him without asking, Johnny
became weak. He was so spoiled by everyone that he couldn't endure any
hardship, nor did he have any strength of will.
You would think that him having a
little stone in his shoe was almost killing him. If he felt cold he would put
so many clothes on that you would think he was at the North Pole. If it was
hot, he couldn't keep his top on for even a minute. And if he were to fall and
hurt himself... well, that was a nightmare. Someone would have to call an
ambulance.
He became so well known for being
weak that one day Johnny heard a mother saying to her son "Come on, my
boy, get up and stop crying. You're behaving like Johnny Jones". That made
Johnny feel so ashamed that he didn't know what to do. But he was sure that he
would prefer to be known as a good boy rather than a softie. For several days
he tried to see how much he could put up with hardship. It was true: he
couldn't endure anything. Any little pain made him cry like a tap.
Worried, he spoke to his father
about all this, though he was afraid maybe he would be laughed at for having
such worries. His father, far from laughing at Johnny, told him that the same
had happened to him when he was a boy, but that a teacher had taught him a
secret trick to turn him into the toughest boy of all.
-"And what is the
trick?"
-"Eat a candy less, study a minute more, and count to five before crying".
-"Eat a candy less, study a minute more, and count to five before crying".
Johnny could not believe it.
- "Just that?"
- "Yes, just that." - said his father, -"It's very simple, but I warn you that it won't be easy."
- "Yes, just that." - said his father, -"It's very simple, but I warn you that it won't be easy."
Johnny went off happy as a lark,
ready to follow that advice to the letter. He went to see his mother, and she
noticed how happy he was when she offered him two candies. "One candy
less", thought Johnny, so he only took one. It wasn't easy, though, and he
realised his father and been right. To leave one candy sitting in his mother's
hand really took it out of him! That same afternoon he had another chance to
put the trick into practice, by studying for one minute more. The outcome was
that he missed the first minute of his favourite program! But having achieved
this gave him a great feeling of satisfaction. The same happened when he bumped
into the corner of the kitchen table. He only managed to count to four before
crying, but his mother was well impressed at that.
Over the following days Johnny
kept applying the motto to his life. Eat one candy less, study one minute
more, and count to five before crying. And the more he put this into
practice, the easier it got. Before long he realised that not only could he eat
fewer candies, study more minutes, and cry fewer times, but he could also do
things that before would have seemed impossible, like eating vegetables or
running for a good while.
Happy, he took some paper and wrote down the trick. He kept this in a wooden chest. The chest had a sign on it, saying "Important Things I'll Be Telling My Kids".
Happy, he took some paper and wrote down the trick. He kept this in a wooden chest. The chest had a sign on it, saying "Important Things I'll Be Telling My Kids".
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