For children, - Humanity Moral Stories: Three Races to Save Humanity

In old times, fable retells the story of the young athletic boy hungry
for success, for whom winning was everything and success was measured
by such a result.
One day, the boy was preparing himself for a running competition in
his small native village, himself and two other young boys to compete.
A large crowd had congregated to witness the sporting spectacle and a
wise old man, upon hearing of the little boy, had traveled far to bear
witness also.
The race commenced, looking like a level heat at the finishing line,
but sure enough the boy dug deep and called on his determination,
strength and power. He took the winning line and was first. The crowd
was ecstatic and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man remained
still and calm, expressing no sentiment. The little boy however felt
proud and important.
A second race was called, and two new young, fit, challengers came
forward, to run with the little boy. The race was started and sure
enough the little boy came through and finished first once again. The
crowd was ecstatic again and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise
man remained still and calm, again expressing no sentiment. The little
boy, however, felt proud and important.
"Another race, another race!" pleaded the little boy. The wise old man
stepped forward and presented the little boy with two new challengers,
an elderly frail lady and a blind man. "What is this?" quizzed the
little boy. "This is no race" he exclaimed. "Race!" said the wise man.
The race was started and the boy was the only finisher, the other two
challengers left standing at the starting line. The little boy was
ecstatic; he raised his arms in delight. The crowd, however, was
silent showing no sentiment toward the little boy.
"What has happened? Why not do the people join in my success?" he
asked the wise old man. "Race again", replied the wise man, "this
time, finish together, all three of you, finish together" continued
the wise man. The little boy thought a little, stood in the middle of
the blind man and the frail old lady and then took the two challengers
by the hand. The race began and the little boy walked slowly, ever so
slowly, to the finishing line and crossed it. The crowd was ecstatic
and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man smiled, gently nodding
his head. The little boy felt proud and important.
"Old man, I understand not! Who is the crowd cheering for? Which one
of us three?", asked the little boy. The wise old man looked into the
little boy's eyes, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders, and
replied softly. "Young boy, for this race you have won much more than
in any race you have ever ran before, and for this race the crowd
cheer not for any winner!"
The next evolutionary step for humankind is to move from human to kind.
The reason why the world lacks unity and lies broken in heaps is
because man is disunited with himself. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
There are too many people and too few human beings. - Robert Zend