In a small village, a boy named Mark lived with his father, a wise old man. One day, Mark told his father (sad) that he made little progress in learning the guitar. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't improve. Mark asked his father some help.
"Follow me, and I (lead) you to the high hills around the village tomorrow." said his father. The next day, they set out. The road was long and difficult, Mark still followed his father. As they got higher, the father said that he wanted to go to the top of the highest hill where he had never been to. Mark was surprised but decided (help) his father.
With great difficulty, Mark helped his father climb the hill. Sometimes he even carried his father on his back. At the top, he put his father on the ground and laughed with joy.
"When you were little boy, sometimes you returned home with tears in your eyes," said his father. "The elder children laughed at you. Do you remember why?"
Mark nodded. He remembered that as a child, he and all his (friend) called this hill Mount Impossible, because small children couldn't reach its top.
"And today," said his father, "you not only climbed here, but also helped (I) to get here."
"I became bigger and (strong) than before," said Mark.
"Instead of (climb) Mount Impossible every day, you played on the smaller hills and became better at climbing," said his father. "It became possible for you to climb Mount Impossible while you weren't even thinking about it."
