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Ongoing, First published Aug 23, 2016
A ‪‎young boy‬ and his father were walking along a ‪forest‬ path. At some point, they came across a large tree ‪branch‬ on the ‪ground‬ in front of them.

The boy asked his father, "If I try, do you think I could move that branch?" His father replied, "I am sure you can, if you use all your strength."

The boy tried his best to lift or push the branch, but he was not strong enough and he couldn't move it.

He said, with disappointment, "You were wrong, dad. I can't move it."
"Try again," replied his father.

Again, the boy tried ‎hard‬ to push the branch. He ‪struggled‬ but it did not move.
"Dad, I cannot do it," said the boy.

Finally his father said, "Son, I advised you to use all your strength. You didn't.
You didn't ask for my help."
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