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Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran

On Giving and Taking

Once there lived a man who had a valley—full of needles. And one
day the mother of Jesus came to him and said: 'Friend, my son’s
garment is torn and I must needs mend it before he goeth to the
temple. Wouldst thou not give me a needle?'
 
And he gave her not a needle, but he gave her a learned discourse
on Giving and Taking to carry to her son before he should go to
the temple.

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