Judging my brother

By Paulo Coelho

One of the monks at Sceta committed a grave fault, and the wisest hermit was summoned to judge him.
The hermit refused, but when the other monks insisted, he answered their call. He arrived carrying on his back a bucket with a hole in it, out of which sand was spilling.
‘I came to judge my brother,’ said the hermit to the monastery superior. ‘My sins are spilling out behind me like the sand from this bucket, but since I don’t look back and don’t notice my own sins, I was summoned to judge my brother!’
The monks immediately gave up any idea of punishment.

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