I read this on ShinchonjiUnmasked and really wanted to share it.
There once lived a poor boy, and though he was poor, it was no fault of his own. His father had been poor, his father’s father had been poor, and his father’s father’s father had been poor.
Upon his feet the poor boy wore tattered sandals held together with bits of cloth and twine. One day a traveling messenger gave him a pair of leather boots, new and sturdy.
With joy, the child pulled on the marvelous boots. But after a short while, the unfamiliar leather began to rub, and blisters formed on the boy’s feet. In pain, he pulled the gifts from his feet. In anger he cast them away. And with a smile he tied the old tattered sandals upon his feet once more. For though the new was better, the old and familiar was more comfortable.
The messenger, watching unseen, sighed with sadness.