A man sat by the river, watching a holy man bathe. Suddenly a scorpion fell into the water from a tree branch. The holy man quickly scooped him up and placed him gently on the shore—but, as he did so, the scorpion stung him.
Some time passed, and again the scorpion, having crawled back up the tree, tumbled into the river. And again, the holy man rescued it. And again, the scorpion stung him.
The observer could contain himself no longer. “Why do you keep picking up that ungrateful creature? All it does is give you a painful sting!”
The saint replied calmly, “It can’t help itself. That is its nature.”
“But why do you rescue it again, knowing what it will do?”
With a gentle smile, the saint said, “I can’t help myself either. That is my nature.”