In a village, someone was asked, “Could you please write a letter for us?”
He remained silent for a while, then looked up and said softly—
“I cannot write the letter… my legs are aching.”
Those who asked burst into laughter. “You need your hands to write a letter, not your feet. Why do your legs matter?” they asked.
With a faint spark in his eyes, he replied:
“My handwriting is hard to understand. Do you know what happens then?
They will say, ‘Send the person who wrote this.’
I would have to walk all the way there.
I don't have the energy to walk that far just to read a letter, so I’ve stopped writing them altogether.”
The Lesson
After telling this story, my teacher smiled gently and said:
“If the letters aren't clear, the letter won't travel… the writer will have to.”
That story taught us more about responsibility than just handwriting.
