Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.

There was a man who had four sons.
He wanted his sons to learn not to Judge things too quickly.
She he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.
The first son went in the winter, second in the spring, third in the summer and the youngest in the fall.
When they had all gone and returned, he called them together to describe what they had seen. The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent and twisted. The second son said it was covered with green buds and full of promise. The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen. The last son disagreed with all of them he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment. The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen only one season in the trees life. He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season. That the essence of who they are, and the pleasure, joy and love that come from that life, can only be measured at the end, when all season are up.