The Boy and the Nettle

A boy playing in the fields was stung by a nettle. He ran home to his mother, telling her that he had but touched that nasty weed and it had stung him. "It was just your touching it, my boy," said the mother, "that caused it to sting you; the next time you meddle with a nettle, grasp it tightly and it will do you no hurt."

Do boldly what you do at all.