I love the Indian legend about the young brave who was sent into the mountains for his initiation into the tribe's elite brotherhood of warriors, a very desired place to be for a young man. Before his descent from the top of the mountain the young Indian brave noticed a snake at his feet. The snake said he was very cold and wondered if the young brave could put him in his pocket just for a little while. The soon to be warrior asked the snake if he was crazy. "But I'm cold, just for a short time. Please. I won't hurt you, I promise." Soon the snake was riding warm and comfortable inside the brave's buckskin shirt. Just as they reached the base of the mountain, the snake bit the Indian boy, forcing his poisonous venom inside the boy's veins. "Why did you do that for? You said you wouldn't hurt me," screamed the boy. "You knew what I was when you piked me up," hissed the deadly snake.
The moral of the story is, don't touch anything that has the potential to harm you, even though it may seem innocent and harmless.
