tHE ORPHAN BOY WHO WISHED TO FLY| MORAL STORy

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Once upon a time there was a
little boy who was raised in a
orphanage.
The little boy had always
wished that he could fly like a
bird. It was very difficult for
him to understand why he
could not fly. There were
birds at the zoo that were
much bigger than he, and
they could fly.
"Why can't I?" he thought.
"Is there something wrong
with me?" he wondered.
There was another little boy
who was crippled. He had
always wished that he could
walk and run like other little
boys and girls.
"Why can't I be like them?"
he thought.
One day the little orphan boy
who had wanted to fly like a
bird ran away from the
orphanage. He came upon a
park where he saw the little
boy who could not walk or
run playing in the sandbox.
He ran over to the little boy
and asked him if he had ever
wanted to fly like a bird.
"No," said the little boy who
could not walk or run. "But I
have wondered what it
would be like to walk and run
like other boys and girls."
"That is very sad." said the
little boy who wanted to fly.
"Do you think we could be
friends?"
he said to the little boy in the
sandbox.
"Sure." said the little boy.
The two little boys played for
hours. They made sand
castles and made really funny
sounds with their mouths.
Sounds which made them
laugh real hard. Then the
little boy's father came with a
wheelchair to pick up his son.
The little boy who had always
wanted to fly ran over to the
boy's father and whispered
something into his ear.
"That would be OK," said the
man.
The little boy who had always
wanted to fly like a bird ran
over to his new friend and
said, "You are my only friend
and I wish that there was
something that I could do to
make you walk and run like
other little boys and girls. But
I can't. But there is
something that I can do for
you."
The little orphan boy turned
around and told his new
friend to slide up onto his
back. He then began to run
across the grass. Faster and
faster he ran, carrying the
little crippled boy on his back.
Faster and harder he ran
across the park. Harder and
harder he made his legs
travel.
Soon the wind just whistled
across the two little boys'
faces.
The little boy's father began
to cry as he watched his
beautiful little crippled son
flapping his arms up and
down in the wind, all the
while yelling at the top of his
voice,
"I'M FLYING, DADDY. I'M
FLYING!"
Father cried more louder.
Ooops!

That's where the story ends.
Moral of the story
Irrespective of your position, you are better off some people. Always help the needy.

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