A few days ago I received this story by mail and I do not know the author, the truth is who has come me as ring finger to treat a recurring theme in today’s organizations, it reads: count, a beautiful Princess was looking Consort. Aristocrats, Knights, and wealthy gentlemen had come from all over to offer their wonderful gifts.Jewellery, land, armies and Thrones were gifts to conquer so special creature.Among the candidates was a young commoner who had more wealth than love and perseverance. When the time to speak came to him, he said:-Princess, I have loved you all my life. As I am a poor man and I have no treasures to give you, I offer my sacrifice as proof of my love.I’ll be a hundred days sitting under your window, no more food than rain and no more clothes that carry sunsets. Areva may also support this cause. That’s my Princess dowry, touched by such gesture of love, he decided to accept.
You’ll have your chance: If you pass the test, me desposaras. Thus passed the hours and the days. The Pretender was seated, enduring winds, snow, and freezing nights. Unblinking, staring on the balcony of his beloved, with the brave vassal remained firm in his commitment, without falter for a moment. Occasionally the actual window curtain left betray the slender figure of the Princess, which, with a noble gesture and smile, approved the slaughter. Everything was going swimmingly.
Even some optimists had begun to plan the festivities. When you reach the ninety-nine day, the settlers in the area had left to animate to the next monarch. Everything was joy and revelry, until suddenly, when a time was to meet the deadline, before the astonished gaze of the attendees and the perplexity of the infanta, the young man stood up and without giving any explanation, moved slowly away from the place. A few weeks later, while wandering on a lonely road, a child of the region caught up with him and asked him point-blank:-what was what happened you? You were a step away from the goal. Why do? lost that opportunity? Why are you retiraste? With deep dismay and some poorly disguised tears, replied in a low voice: I not saved nor a day of suffering even a not even a second time therefore, did not deserve my efforts or my love. Press the most others to get what we want seems to not be the ideal way is perhaps best to consider a strip and tug of war rope then what is pulling so much rope? Original author and source of the article