The Stones and Bumps We Step On
A small girl had been promised the privilege of climbing to a nearby hilltop where her brother enjoyed playing. But when she came within sight of the steep, rough path, she drew back in dismay. “Why, there isnt a smooth spot anywhere. Its all bumpy and stony!” she exclaimed.
“Yes,” said her more experienced older brother, “but how else would we ever climb to the top if it wasnt? The stones and bumps are what we step on to get there.”