Eight-year-old Pico stormed home after school, after the door he wildly stomping his feet. His father was working in the yard and saw Pico angry. So he called Pico and wanted to talk with him.
Reluctant to be around his father, Pico said angrily:"Dad, I am very angry."
Pico's father was quietly listening to his son while working. Pico said:"Joaquin made me disgrace the former friends. I hope he comes across a few particularly bad luck things."
His father went to a comer, found a bag of charcoal and said to Pico:"Son, you regard that white shirt over there as Joaquin, and the plastic bag of charcoal as some bad luck things. Use charcoal to hit the white shirt. Imagine that every time you hit one on the shirt Joaquin encountered a bad luck thing. When you finish hitting all the charcoal, see what will happen."
Pico thought this game was fun. He picked up charcoal to throw into the shirt. However the shirt was hung in the distant rope. He finished throwing all the charcoal,but not a few on the shirt.
Father asked Pico:"How do you feel now?"
He said:"It exhausted me, but I am happy because I threw in quite a few pieces of charcoal, the white shirt with several black trace."
Father saw his son did not understand his intentions, so he let Pico look in a large mirror. What he could only see from his face was white teeth.
Then the father said:"You see, the white shirt did not become particularly dirty, but you have become a 'black people' You want a lot of bad luck things on others; the result is the most unfortunate thing falls on ourselves. There, our bad thoughts may fulfill a part on others, others suffer bad luck, but the stains left to us is difficult to remove."