A young girl walking
along a mountain path to her grandmother's house heard a rustle at her feet.
Looking down, she saw a snake, but before she could react, the snake spoke to
her.
"I am about to
die," he said. "It's too cold for me up here, and I am freezing.
There is no food in these mountains, and I am starving. Please put me under
your coat and take me with you."
"No," the girl
replied. "I know your kind. You are a rattlesnake. And if I pick you up,
you will bite me and your bite is poisonous."
"No, no," the
snake said. "If you help me, you will be my best friend. I will treat you
differently."
The young girl sat down
on a rock for a moment to rest and think things over. She looked at the
beautiful markings on the snake and she had to admit he was the most beautiful
snake she had ever seen. Suddenly, she
said, "I believe you. I will save you. All living things deserve to be
treated with kindness."
She then reached over,
put the snake gently under her coat and continued toward her grandmother's
house. After walking for about 25
minutes as she was reaching the foot of the mountain, she
felt a sharp pain in her side. The snake had bitten her!
"How could you do
this to me?" she cried. "You promised that you would not bite me, and
I trusted you!"
"You knew what I was when you picked me
up," he hissed as he slithered away.
The moral to the story?
A snake bites you because
it's a "snake" by nature.
Many people are snakes...
and you need to realize that a snake is a snake by nature. They may look
beautiful, sound sincere and charming, but they are also wonderful liars and
they use their charm to seduce and manipulate you — until either
1) You open your eyes and
ears, wise up and leave, or
2) They bite you and move
on to the next victim.
The snake doesn't have a
conscience or morals like decent, God-fearing people, and any moment of regret he
or she may feel, if any, will be quickly forgotten. That's how these kinds of
predators operate, it's in their DNA.
They are snakes by nature
and you cannot change them.
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