The man who slapped his face hurt but without uttering a single word he wrote on the sand
Today my best friend slapped me on the face. The two friends continued to walk until they found an oasis so they decided to have a bath
The man who slapped his face hung his foot in the moving sand and began to sink,
But a friend grabbed him and saved him from drowning and after the friend survived the death he wrote on a piece of rock:
Today my best friend saved me from the death of the friend who slapped his friend and condemned him to death asked him:
Why the first time when I slapped you wrote on the sand and now when I saved you I wrote on the rock?
His friend replied: When someone hurts us we have to write what he did on the sand where the winds of tolerance can erase it,
But when someone makes us known, we have to write what he did with us on the rock, where there is no kind of wind that can erase it.
Learn to write your pain on the sand and to sculpt the well-known rock